HMRC, HMRC, Wherefore Art Thou?

Regular readers will know that I picked a fight with the mighty taxman.

My last update was here exactly one month ago.

Some people have told me privately that I should not pick at the scab. That I should let sleeping dogs lie. I cannot.

I cannot because mine is an offensive position, not defensive. I have nothing to fear because I know I am right. I have a feeling that they do as well.

This little war has raged for almost two years. As you will see from the last update, the very best defence they could offer was wrapped up in one single word: nugatory.

And yet, even with their "cast iron" defence, I remain free, no visits to court, and the money is still in my bank account. I have never refused to pay, you may recall. All I did was ask some simple questions. To this day, no controversy exists.

No news, as we all know, is no news. I just wanted to let you all know that absolutely nothing has transpired since their awe-inspiring letter last month.

And absolutely nothing has changed my mind. I am resolute. I am ready.

When we do go toe to toe, I will massacre them. I have a stack of paperwork eight inches tall. They are challenging me with......nugatory.

Bring it on.

CR.