The day in question was not a good day for me, alright?

The day in question was not a good day for me, alright?

But I put it to you that I don’t see how any day could have been the way this bloody country’s run!

I mean, y’know, I’m just trying to do my best. Trying to get from "A" to "B" -- do a little shopping.

I was trying to take control of my life, only to find that, actually, it is controlled for me by petty bureaucracy and bits of bloody paper and ignorant bloody petty rules and laws that obstruct every tiny little action until you find you’ve committed a crime without even knowing it!

I mean, y’know! Why can’t life just be made a little easier for everybody, huh?

Why can’t it be more like the Continent? Y’know, where a man can just park his car on the pavement and then run down the street in front of charging bulls letting fireworks off out of his bloody nostrils without anyone blinking an eye!?

There’s probably a local holiday and nobody’s at work and they all want to have just a little bit of fun and they’re not intimidated by some out-dated work ethic!

I mean, there has to be more to life than just being safe!

Why, oh why, do we pay taxes, hmm? I mean, just to have bloody parking restrictions and buggery, ugly traffic wardens and bollocky pedestrian bloody crossings, y’know?

And those bastard railings outside shops so you can’t even get in them! I mean, I know they’re there to stop stupid people running out into the street and killing themselves, but we’re not all stupid! We don’t all need nurse-maiding!

I mean, why not just have a stupidity tax?

Just tax the stupid people!