01 August 2012

Week 31 2012

Tendring Topics.....on Line



The Mote in your neighbour’s eye…….

 A month or so ago, when the back-boiler in my kitchen that serves my hot water supply and central heating systems had its annual service, I had quite a shock.  I was told by the heating engineer that it had sprung a leak and needed to be replaced urgently.  My dismay was compounded by the fact that its manufacturer no longer makes back-boilers.   I would need to have a new modern boiler installed in quite a different position!

This, I thought, is going to be an expensive job – and so it proved to be.  It took two heating engineers two full days to remove the old boiler and complete the installation of the new one (and they really did give me two days service – taking only half an hour or so for lunch, and drinking while working the mid-morning and mid-afternoon coffee that I made them)  In addition, another operative was called in to arrange the new boiler’s ventilation by means of a pipe and fitting taken through the roof, and there were several hours work by an electrician who provided and tested the boiler’s electronic controls.  Then of course there was the cost of the boiler itself!

Yes, it was expensive.  Fortunately though I have an emergency fund saved for just such a crisis (though I wouldn’t want too many of them!) and I wrote out my cheque in payment without resentment at the cost of the work.  I had no doubt that I had received value for money.  Furthermore, the efficiency of the new boiler would complement my solar water heating system to reduce my energy bills still further.

What I did resent though was the £500 VAT charge that the Heating Engineering firm had to add to my bill and hand over to the government.   I never complain about my regular income tax payments because I appreciate the public services (depleted though they are nowadays!) that I receive for them, and because I realize that I am fortunate in having an income large enough to be liable for income tax.  I do object though to having to pay a considerable sum to the government for the privilege of carrying out the essential maintenance of my own home!    

I remember Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher explaining unctuously that the great thing about VAT (unlike income tax!) was that you could choose not to pay it.  That may well be the case for those considering the purchase of diamond ear-rings or designer ball-gowns, or having a new garage built to accommodate the second car.  There’s precious little choice though about mending a leaky roof, keeping a car that you need for work, on the road or – in my case – replacing a leaking boiler!

My resentment at VAT payments was reignited last week when Treasury Minister David Gauke complained about the way in which, so he claimed, tax liability was being regularly avoided by the payment  of small bills in cash. He claimed that jobbing builders, gardeners, domestic cleaners, window cleaners and the like would offer substantial discounts for cash in hand to avoid paying tax.  The resulting loss to the Treasury was comparable with the loss resulting from the tax avoidance by the wealthy that had recently been publicised.

Much of the news media seems to have assumed that David Gauke was referring to avoidance of VAT.  I find that difficult to believe.  Surely he must be aware that only quite large firms are required to be registered for VAT (the proprietor of the garage where I used to have my car serviced took some pride in the fact that he managed to keep his turnover below the level of liability) and I can’t believe that many, if any, jobbing gardeners, odd-job-men, window clearers and general cleaners need to be VAT registered.

What probably does happen is that these small self-employed entrepreneurs pocket unrecorded the fruits of their labours and neglect to declare them to the Inland Revenue. Probably quite a few of them would remain below the level of liability for income tax anyway! I’d be very surprised if many formally offer a discount for cash.  They simply agree to do a job at a lower rate than they would were they expecting part of their earnings to be skimmed off by the government.  They work on the principle that a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush and some of them may not even have a bank account. 

It isn’t all that long ago that all transactions of ‘working class’ people were carried out in cash or with postal orders.  As a lower ranking local government officer I was paid in cash (and paid all my bills in cash) until I came to Clacton in 1956 and opened an account with the Co-op Bank. 

It is probable that the government does lose a small amount of revenue through the unrecorded cash receipts of some of these self-employed workers.    I am quite sure though that it bears no comparison whatsoever with the tax avoidance of the super-wealthy and of Britain’s and the world’s giant corporations, though Mr Gauke and his well-heeled friends and colleagues may prefer to think otherwise.

I suggest that they take the advice in Chapter 7 of St. Matthew’s Gospel, which can be loosely paraphrased as,  ‘Don’t worry too much about the speck of dust in your neighbour’s eye until you have got rid of that enormous log obscuring your own vision!’

A Prophetic Email

The news that Britain had slipped even further into recession than had been forecast  (due, according to our Chancellor, to the weather, and to our all having taken our eyes off the ball, our shoulders away from the wheel and our noses from the grindstone for a whole working day to celebrate the Queen’s Diamond Jubilee!), and David Cameron’s subsequent public affirmation that the government would not change its economic policy, reminded me of a prophetic email that I had received from a regular blog reader a month or so earlier.

I really feel that George Osborne’s and David Cameron’s financial strategy is now in ribbons, don’t you? The country’s debt burden is growing as tax receipts go down and benefit payments rise.  The Governor of the Bank of England seems to be convinced that there is no light at the end of the tunnel, so that’s it – the economy just carries on shrinking.  The really pathetic thing is that these two failed leaders have only one response to everything, which is to do more of the same; carry on with policies that have been shown to be counter productive.


The Bank of England is considering cutting interest rates further (to zero?)  This is like driving a car with one’s foot flat on the accelerator, and trying to push it through the floor to get some more power!  As for George Osborne; he’ll need to make more cuts to benefits and public services to pay for the cost of the cuts that he has already made!  Meanwhile David Cameron, the front man, will run a diversionary campaign, whipping up suspicion and hatred against groups of claimants, the old, the disabled, the unemployed, against public sector workers (despite the fact that they have cleared up the muddle in which the private sector had left security at the Olympics) and against our European neighbours and partners.

Cameron was right in one respect – about the problem of a ‘benefit culture’. .It takes some of the sting out of poverty and unemployment.  If the victims of the government’s policies were actually starving and their families were actually out on the streets, I have little doubt that we would see demos and riots that would make those in Egypt and Greece seem like Sunday-school picnics!  As it is I suspect that most of those affected didn’t even bother to vote in the last election, and probably won’t bother to vote in the next one either!

‘Which came first - The chicken or the egg?’

This ancient conundrum comes to my mind when I think of the government’s ineffectual efforts to solve our national economic problems.  To deal with youth unemployment they make every effort to make unemployed young people employable by learning new skills; and to find employment by learning how best to apply for a job and to behave at a job interview.  These skills are not much use while there is little demand for either new or old skills, and a score of applicants for every job that is available.

One reason for the shortage of jobs is that the banks, despite all the financial support they have been given are reluctant to lend money to entrepreneurs who would like to set up a new business or expand an existing one. The banks’ reluctance to lend is because they are by no means certain that the new or expanded businesses would attract enough customers to service and ultimately repay the loans.

The remedy is to make sure that the potential customers, the general public, have enough money for them to buy the services or manufactured products that those new or expanded enterprises would offer.  But the government’s austerity programme, coupled with a taxation system (VAT and customs duty increases and reduction of the highest rate of income tax) that penalises ‘ordinary’ people at the expense of the super-wealthy, has precisely the opposite effect.

Another blog reader (I really do read and appreciate readers' comments!) reminds me of my pie-in-the-sky dream of a UK government funded largely by a compulsory annual ‘citizenship membership subscription’ consisting of 20 percent of the gross annual income of every adult citizen from the very poorest to the most wealthy.  This could, at a stroke, be a means of redistributing our national income without impoverishing anybody, and would put money into the pockets of those who would spend it to revive our moribund economy.

One day that pie-in-the-sky may be seen as the only diet capable of restoring our nation to health.  The chances of my seeing that day dawn are pretty slim - but there's no harm in hoping!

Lord of the ‘Olympic’ Rings!

That, I think, certainly describes Danny Boyle, creator and director of the wonderful Opening Ceremony of the 2012 Olympics.  It was watched and appreciated world-wide.  Here is an email that I received early on the morning of Saturday 28th July from a friend in Zittau, in what is to us the most remote part of Germany.

Dear Ernest,
Did you watch TV yesterday evening? Julia and I watched the opening performance of the Olympic Games in London. It was marvellous - congratulation!
Yours Volker and Julia

            My friend is a Cultural Senator of the Federal State of Saxony and is a Ph.D. whose specialism is European history.   His praise for what was a graphic portrayal of the transformation of the verdant England of tiny villages, green fields and rural pursuits of the 17th and 18th centuries to the chaotic and ugly (but productive) ‘dark satanic mills’ of the industrial revolution of the 19th and 20th  therefore carries some weight!  I thought that the idea of the symbolic forging of the Olympic rings as one of the positive results of that revolution was especially brilliant.  

So too, was the idea of visiting Buckingham Palace and involving the Queen (and her corgis!) at the very beginning of the celebration.  James Bond was, I suppose, an appropriate escort though he isn’t one of my favourite fictional characters. I’d have preferred Brother Cadfael or the first Chief Inspector Barnaby, and think that the Queen would have found either of them a more congenial temporary companion. The helicopter ride and parachute drop would surely have tested Brother Cadfael’s faith to the utmost, though to Inspector Barnaby it would no doubt have been just another of those last-minute calls of duty that constantly prevent him from spending a quiet evening at home with his family.

Other highlights of the evening for me were the splendid celebration of the NHS, one of the achievements of the immediate post-war years that hasn’t – yet – been totally destroyed by the forces of Mammon, and that wonderful soprano solo voice singing Blake’s JerusalemAt first I feared that we were to hear only the first verse of that magnificent poem but later – at an appropriate moment – we had the other verse:

Bring me my bow of burning gold.
Bring me my arrows of desire.
Bring me my sword, O clouds unfold,
Bring me my chariot of fire!
I shall not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till I have built Jerusalem
In England’s green and pleasant land.

It is a wake-up call that the disheartened, disillusioned and dispirited Britain of today badly needs.
  























  




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