Defacer...

If you're going to deface a banknote, and therefore, according to my understanding of the The British Currency and Bank Notes Act (1928), be liable on summary conviction to a penalty not exceeding one pound, then do it in style, I say. M was presented with this tenner at an ATM today. I am assuming that the writing has been crossed out because the author was unhappy that s/he had been unable to spell 'bitch' correctly - the struck through "Fuck you you bith" lacking a certain something. I also assume that the 'bith' in question is HM herself.

...and on and on...

Money, eurgh. Material wealth, eurgh. The rich are getting richer, grrr, and the arrears are getting bigger. Can't us poor people mobilise ourselves? I think I am boring quite a few people I know with my constant Citizen Smith-style wittering on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on. But I will not shut up until change is upon us.

Money doesn't buy you anything, it's an illusion. If there was no money on
this planet there wouldn't be any less food. It's a big cocksuck man. Money's
time is up. That's what people are realising, hopefully.

Bill Hicks, 1992.

Can't Buy Me Love...

All together now: Lady McCartney, children at your feet, wonder how you manage to make ends meet. It's tough trying to scrape by on £24.3m, eh?

Lady McCartney, 40, who represented herself, said the couple's daughter Beatrice, four, was now "meant to travel 'B' class while her father travels 'A' class".

Where do you get these mysterious 'B' class tickets?