‘I refer you to the clause which states that the sender of the card - myself - accepts no liability should the recipient - yourself - fail to have a happy Christmas.’
Every four weeks the government sends me my state pension. Those words have a socialist, almost Soviet, ring. The amount has recently risen to £11,973 a year – a preposterous sum to send a 67-year-old man still in paid employment. But from the state’s point of view, the money is not entirely wasted: it buys