The bumholes seem rather complete in your wonderful turn of phrase Alan....

In order to redistribute wealth, you have take mine for starters. Now.. you can have my old Martin D45, I rarely play now, prefer the Fylde.

My properties? You are welcome to the ones that seem to attract tenants for whom arrears is a habit rather than an issue. (really, make me an offer. been on the market ages and other Landlords are pissing themselves about Muggins here buying up "bargains" a few years ago.)

Other than that, if you want my wealth, you need an army. You see, the only army in this country tends to be loyal to the likes of me, not you.

Bit of a bugger that, I suppose, from where you are coming from. Me? Not coming anywhere, but off to the pub now to have a pint. (Or as you would possibly put it, cohorting with the proletariat.)

Just remember, it ain't just the top 5% who are content with their lot. The vast majority of decent people are only as angry as the newspapers would have you believe. A word to the wise, stop believing newspapers. I may pay far more tax than I would like, but like many people, I have to have an element of trust in government to spend it wisely. Hence supporting the principle of getting out of national debt, even if their focus either is or is perceived as being an attack on social infrastructure. I don't agree with either their priorities or their salvation, (private sector recovery) but I am grateful that we now have a government for whom debt is a menace rather than a tool. Didn't vote for either by the way. The local labour chap is a good solid back bencher who works hard and is squeaky clean on the old expenses front. I don't agree with everything he says, but an advocate of local issues is more important to me than a vote with the whips.

Oh, and those who would spend a fortune to stay in Sandringham? I thought you hated anybody who didn't give all their money to the tax man voluntarily?

I suppose we could never have a revolution in this country. Those wanting change couldn't even think through the process of keeping their bloody trousers up.

Viva la revolu.............oh, time to put the kettle on.

Nurse! Nurse! the weird beards are waking up again! "Well tell them to suck on a Fisherman's Friend!" But nurse, the shanty singers have all gone home!