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...on the Olympics We'll be paying for the Olympics for the next 50 years. Everyone's got their hand in the till. We're supposed to believe that it's come in under budget even though the original budget was chucked out the window years back and replaced with one five times as large. They ought to be reported to trading standards for fiddling the figures. But it doesn't stop there. We've got the bus drivers out on strike ‘cos they don't think £500 is enough for having a few extra tourists jabbering about directions to the nearest khazi and where do they get a mortgage to buy a ticket. You can bet there'll be bonuses for all these overpaid executives running these taxpayer-funded quangos with stupid names like CLOGS and DAFT. As for the coppers, words fail me. Talk about cushy number. For every night the poor dears are away from their loved ones they get £50. Then there's an extra £30 for having to share bathrooms with their workmates. Plus free accommodation. Plus overtime. Who negotiated that deal for them? Bob Crow's brother? Seems to me these London transport unions ought to get a couple of coppers on their negotiating teams. The fact is, the Olympics is a bleeding great gravy train. While the rest of us are supposed to be grateful for the pleasure of watching gymnastics on telly and sitting in traffic jams for hours, the rest of them have got their snouts in the trough…as for me I'm off to Benidorm…

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FINANCE

White Van Man

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