I WAS hunted down recently for failing to declare interest earned on my tax return.
It amounted to around $200 – all I had.
Fact is, I simply forgot about it. Fair go: my mistake. I do make mistakes more frequently nowadays; you see I’m a doddering old b@*#^$d now, being in my 86th year.
However, I can’t help but have my hackles rise when I see where my contribution goes; the perks and the self-awarded salaries (don’t talk to me about “independent tribunals” – we are not that stupid).
What is happening to our system? Perhaps (like a chef) we need a touch of Keating (style, wit and presence), a smidgeon of Hawke, a pinch of Howard, even though they also were/are masters of obfuscation.