Happy new year! I have spent most of today's waking hours (fewer than usual due to antics) worrying about the complexities of VAT. Sleep a little more soundly at night, my friends, knowing that you will never have to think about value added tax in a way that includes the following phrases that I uttered this evening:
"Oh no. Oh god. Oh no. Oh dear."
I think I might have to release my vice-like grip on my accounts. The prospect of VAT has ruined the love affair between me and numbers. It was less a love affair than a blind date, where your date is a spreadsheet (who hates you).
Running a business is really hard, it's not all crowns and capes round here, you know. I'm cancelling the comic and going to live in a hermit's caravan.
GOODBYE.
My comics: Bad Machinery - Scary Go Round - Giant Days :: My Shop :: My Flickr Sketchblog :: My Last.fm
4 comments:
John,
I believe this is the second time you have threatened to quit and become a hermit, although I believe the caravan may be an upgrade from a grotty old cave. The jig is up! I know you are fibbing. Get back to work!
Best,
Sarah
I don't mean to spoil the dream, but you do realize that you'll have to pay VAT on the caravan as well, right? Unless, of course, you build the caravan yourself out of twigs, duct tape, and hope, though none of those are known to make caravans up to the standard of the British Caravan Standards Association (BCSA).
That'll kill your resale value right there. For sure.
Nooooo!
Don't go!
I ... I love you!
(Hee hee! Wouldn't it be just so cool if that was said exactly once, by a different person each time, in every comment thread on your blog? The answer is yes!)
Mmm. That's a nice comic you've got there.
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