Dinner time, safely home. Mr HG had roasted peppers on the hot coals and dressed them in the new oil, and evil quantities of garlic; toasted some bread and rubbed it with salt and drenched it in same oil, and waved a pair of marinaded slices of best chianina at the fire.
£20 billion, I opened with, hopeful for my country.
Northern Rock, de-mutualised building society, close on £60 billion, he enunciated with admirable clarity considering what he was chewing at the time. Probably more, he swallowed.
VAT rates lowered, I offered.
Who pays IVA? (that's VAT in Italian).
We do?
Lots. But if we were offered a rate reduction can you see us fondling kittens and smiling at little ducklings and giving it to anyone else?
Taxing the rich!
Not again!
If you were advising the Minister of Finance..?
Always fun.
What would you do then?
Quadruple it. Make everyone else in the universe do it pro rata. Also, lots of what they say they'll do is outside the Union limits. Although that would be good, if all those limits were lifted. I gave a talk on that once at Munich. Perhaps I should shout. Remember? You went for a walk in the Englischer Garten with the man with a tombstone in his suitcase? You were quite upset.
So were you. So were the other guests. It was midnightish and he came from the Carpathians!
Anyway, how much DID you spend then?
Well, they kept saying there weren't any more as the factory had closed, the specialist shop was closed, the stock would be in next week, they didn't quite have the design I was looking for but something very close and it would be cheaper...
Nice hair .
Update
Mr HG vindicated. Munich talk finally bears fruit. Growth and Stability Pact suspended. Hah.
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we were on our ready chairs but nobody called, sorry we missed you.
You, Anon, were having a jolly dinner party when calls were made, as I understand it. The which should be cheered on as a contribution to defeating dullness in the world. I watched a film about an Australian politico yesterday evening which, apart from being truly funny, though based in Melbourne, had the true ute dog in it. See what you mean. My kind of dog/person.
Indeed, the tide has turned at our house, we laugh in the face of adversity, scoff at the thought of reduced superannuation,let them eat cake on wall street,finanacial ruin,falling shares? Not a bother. A simple walk on the beach is so much more appreciated and cold water from the tap never tasted so good. Although we did have some darn fine Rioja with the suckling pig.(delicious)
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