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[johnny9fingers]

'Phoned the Revenue to get things sorted. Everything has to be done by Jan 31st.
My figures for last year are embarrassing. Was almost tempted to inflate them to cover my lack of application to the task at hand. But the Revenue chap just laughed and said he understood, then asked me about this year and laughed again. He understood that I needed a job, as my accounts suggested as much.
All will be sorted, which is a relief.
But it is a special sort of humiliation for the Revenue to laugh and try to offer one advice about how to do all of this properly.
Was almost tempted to go into Bond-Villian mode, carve an international career out of something nasty, find myself a Volcano hideout, and capture aforementioned Revenue man and dangle him over a tank of piranahs to pay for the outrage of embarrassment - all the while stroking a white Persian cat with a diamond studded collar and smirking evilly.
But apathy got the better of me, as usual. I blame the time of year.

Last year and this year have not been especially profitable, dammit, and I couldn't have continued without the Old Man's help. At least I was there for him in his hour of need, and mostly before. Been a bit down about it all, actually.
Someone make me laugh, please.