Every time we put petrol into
our cars at a fuel station, the government are fleecing us. And it’s not just the fuel duty and VAT at the petrol pump price.
£70 of petrol at 197.9p a litre buys just 35.37 litres - a partial fill for many cars. Of that £70, £18.73 is fuel duty and £11.67 is VAT. That is £30.40, or 43%, taken by the government before the engine starts.
That £70 itself was already taxed. To have £70 left after 20% income tax and 8% National Insurance, you first earned roughly £97.22. Another £27.22 was taken at source. On this single fill alone, nearly 60% of the money you worked for has already gone to the government.
It does not stop there.
Most drivers also pay Vehicle Excise Duty of around £200 a year simply for the right to use the road. On top of that, the average comprehensive car insurance premium is roughly £650, of which 12% Insurance Premium Tax - about £78 - goes straight to the government. Add those annual charges and the government extraction of our money continues to escalate with endless stealth taxes.
You earn the money. It is taxed. You spend what remains on fuel. It is taxed again. Then you pay again every year just to keep the car legal and insured…which is taxed.
For millions who need a vehicle to reach work, drive children to school or live ordinary lives, this is no longer the cost of petrol or the cost of motoring. It is a stacked system of extortionate tax charges that repeatedly takes from the same earnings. Motorists are not merely paying for fuel. They are being systematically fleeced at every stage by the government.
The cost of living crisis is also a cost of excessive government taxation crisis. So @andyburnham - if you really want to help cash strapped motorists during the cost of living crisis, drastically cut fuel duty and VAT on petrol and diesel rather than just giving advice to use google maps to find the cheapest local fuel station.
@WhatNowDoc My deepest sympathy to you and your family, your dad was an amazing man, although we never met. What an amazing legacy he built. Good men plant trees in whose shade they will never sit ❤️
The only class of drug that ever cured anything is the one the industry walked away from.
Antibiotics cured. A course, a fortnight, a well patient who never came back. Pneumonia, sepsis, a scratch gone bad: the things that killed your great-grandparents at 40 became a week off work.
The last new class of antibiotic to reach a patient was discovered in 1987. Nothing since.
In 2016 AstraZeneca sold its antibiotics business. In 2018 Novartis shut its own down, and Sanofi followed. The biggest companies on earth left the one field in medicine with a 100% cure rate.
In 2018 a small company got a new antibiotic approved against a superbug the old ones could not touch. It went bankrupt within the year, because a drug that fixes a patient in ten days and is then put back on the shelf cannot pay for its own trial.
Resistance now kills more than a million people a year, more than malaria, more than HIV, and the pipeline is empty, because the spreadsheet says fill it with something taken for life.
So the same companies put the money into cholesterol, blood pressure, reflux, mood and weight. Conditions nobody is cured of. Drugs nobody stops.
A cure destroys its own market. A manager grows it. They read the two numbers and chose.
Every operation you will ever have depends on an antibiotic working. The industry decided that was not worth the money, and spent it on a tablet you take forever for a number.
The drug that works was shelved. The drug that manages was funded. The leaflet calls that healthcare.
The one cure still on the market is on your plate, and it is the thing on the plate with the warning.
The Great British Rip Off.
We pay more for everything and what we get back is falling apart.
Food is nearly 40% more expensive than five years ago and on track to be around 50% higher than mid-2021 by the end of this year.
Olive oil has more than doubled. Beef, eggs, pasta and chocolate are all up by half or more.
Diesel has just hit a record £2 a litre. Petrol is around 174p. A typical energy bill is £1,723 under the October price cap - 58% higher than winter 2021/22.
£billions spent on importing oil and gas from Norway and the North Sea, while the government turns off the taps on new UK oil and gas licenses from the same sea.
Gas rates are roughly 140% above mid-2021.
One of the highest electricity rates in the world.
The tax burden is at the highest since records began in the late 1940s and still forecast to climb even further.
Employer National Insurance went up. Business rates land on the local independent shop. Retailers now hand over about 72p in business taxes for every £1 of pre-tax profit.
Walk the high street and you can see where that money did not go. One in seven high street properties is empty. Hollowed out streets where proud local businesses used to stand bringing communities together.
Over 70,000 UK shop closures since 2020. Retail jobs fell by 122,000 in two years.
The UK hospitality sector has suffered a net loss of more than 16,000 licensed venues (including pubs, bars, clubs, and restaurants) since the start of the Covid in March 2020.
A record 6,365 UK agriculture, forestry and fishing businesses closed in 2025 alone.
Familiar names keep shrinking or vanishing - boarded windows, “to let” signs a vape shop where the butcher or the bank used to be. The places that held a town together are being taxed and costed out of existence while you are told the economy is being “supported.”
The roads tell the same story. Councils in England and Wales face a record £18.6 billion backlog of carriageway repairs - twelve years of work. Only about half the local network is in good structural condition. More than 32,500 miles have less than five years of life left. Roads are resurfaced, on average, once every 97 years. 1 million potholes. Road drains left without regular cleaning.
We pay record fuel prices to drive on roads that wreck tyres and suspension.
Water is no better. Pipes leak, rivers take the sewage bills still rise. No major new reservoirs were built in England for over 30 years. Dozens sold off. And we end up getting told that we have a hosepipe ban when there’s a few days sunshine in July.
Schools, hospitals and rail carry the same pattern: maintenance deferred, promises announced, yet more decay.
But meanwhile data centres, solar panels and wind turbines are being plastered across prime farmland reducing our food supply, natural habitats and resources.
And the people in charge? An MP’s basic salary is £98,599 - up 5% this year, more than 20% since the £81,932 they were on in 2021. Ministers take a second salary and huge expenses on top. Their pay is increased while our taxes continue rise - which helps to fund them to manage our decline.
What is overdue is a massive, sustained cost-of-living protest - visible, peaceful, organised, impossible to shrug off by the government - until tax rises, food, fuel and energy prices and sense general decay stop crushing ordinary households and until the country we pay more and more for stops being left to rot by local and national governments.
Almost 4 years ago I made a couple of mini documentaries covering illegal immigration. They've been buried for a while now but since a lot of people don't seem to fully understand what really happens I'll share them again.
The Invasion - Part One
I’m not passing on a post. This is me. I’m furious. 😡
I worked. They took NI off my wages before I ever saw it. My employer paid in too. For years. That was not a favour. That was money ripped out of work I actually did, on the promise it would be there when I was old.
People paid the same and dropped dead before they collected a penny. That money didn’t vanish. The government spent it. Then they have the cheek to look at the rest of us like we’re scroungers for wanting it back.
They never put their own money in. Not a pound. They took ours, blew it, and when it was our turn they changed the word. “Entitlement.” As if I crawled in begging.
Then they moved the line. Retirement age up. Then up again. Work till you drop. Wait till you’re worn out. Hope you live long enough to see what you already paid for. That’s the con, empty the pot, shove the age back, and let more of us die waiting.
And some of the young ones sneer. Talk as if we stole their lives. As if we sat on our backsides. We paid in when the deal was 60 or 65. We didn’t invent this mess. We grafted and now we’re the villains while they raise the age and spend the money elsewhere! 😤
It was never locked away with my name on it. I know that. They used it like a slush fund and expected us to swallow it.
Look at them. Fat packages. Weeks off. Sick pay. Sorted. Then look at pensioners on a fixed state pension, counting every coin, filling in bloody forms, being told there’s nothing left.
Veterans. People who built this country. Our own. Treated like an inconvenience.
Meanwhile the spongers sit on it fit to work, won’t work, know every loophole, take and take while the rest of us paid in. And still they find money. Hotels. Benefits. Lawyers. Welcome packs for boat after boat coming over. People who never paid a day’s NI here. Never put a pound into the pot I funded for decades.
Don’t tell me we can’t afford our own. Don’t tell me the cupboard is bare for the ones who worked, then fling it open for spongers and arrivals who contributed nothing. Don’t push the retirement age up on people who already paid, then let kids be told we’re the ones draining the country.
Billions abroad. Billions here on people who put nothing in. And the ones who paid get lectured, delayed, and spat on.
Now they want to tax it as well. Take it off you on the way in, spend it, make you wait longer, call it an entitlement then tax what’s left when you finally get it. Steal it twice. Three times if you count the years they added to the retirement age.
Don’t call my pension charity. Don’t call it welfare. Don’t preach at me about kindness while you rob the people who funded the lot.
I paid it. In work. In tax. In years I don’t get back.
They spent what was meant for later on spongers, on foreign aid, on boatloads who never paid in, then shoved retirement further away, told the young to blame us, and now they’re coming back for another cut.
It is my money! I earned it! 🤬
vowaleswren
Britain needs a new generation of farmers, and if anyone wrote the job advert honestly, nobody would apply.
Vacancy: farmer, Great Britain
Hours: all of them. Christmas morning is when the cow picks.
Place of work: outdoors, in whatever it is doing.
Pay: set by your buyer, after you have delivered.
Pay in a bad year: you pay them.
Holiday: see Hours.
Lunch: in the cab, moving.
Sick leave: the animals will let you know when.
Line manager: the Secretary of State for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs, currently the tenth in ten years. Do not learn the name.
Probation period: your whole life, overseen by a parent who has not retired and will not.
Training: provided by that parent over about 30 years, unpaid, mostly by shouting across a yard.
Equipment: supplied by you, on finance. The finance outlives the equipment.
Company vehicle: a pickup with a dog-hair interior and a mind of its own.
Premises: worth millions on paper. Do not sell anything from them without planning permission.
Colleagues: one dog, the only one who fully understands the brief.
Performance review: conducted by people who have never done the job, on television and at dinner parties you were not invited to.
Pension: the land. Please note the land is also your successor's job, your bank's security and, above £2.5m, partly the Treasury's.
Succession: available, provided you outlive the paperwork by seven years.
Climate duties: you will be blamed for the weather and billed for it.
Equal opportunities: women welcome, having done half of this job for a thousand years without anyone writing it down.
Essential skills: welding, veterinary work, accountancy, weather forecasting, mechanics, and saying "not bad" when asked how things are.
Desirable: a television contract.
To apply: be born into it.
I’ve had it. 🤬🤬🤬🤬🇬🇧
£11.9 BILLION to households with at least one foreign national on Universal Credit. Up a quarter in a year. £7.7 billion of it to people not even working.
This morning I said they always find the money for those who never put a day’s NI in. They just proved it.
Veterans treated like scroungers. Service pensions classed as “unearned income” and benefits slashed. Hard-working people told to wait longer for the pension they paid for. Means-tested heating. Tax talk on what’s left. The Tories opened the floodgates. Labour keeps pouring the cash.
Work hard your whole life. Serve your country. 🇬🇧 Come last.
Open your mouth and they smear you ‘racist’. Stand up for Britain and you’re ‘far right’.
No wonder the country’s on a knife edge. You cannot keep kicking the people who built it, calling them bigots, and expect them to sit quiet forever.
Both lots failed us. But Labour are driving it further! Put our own first. 🇬🇧 Stop the settlement. Stop the handouts. Or watch this country tear itself apart. 🇬🇧🤬
Migrant households receive record £12bn in universal credit https://t.co/SvC7lIAynx
Good morning you lovely lot.
It’s Saturday!
The weekend has finally arrived, and for those of you lucky enough to be off work, the alarm clock can bugger off, the kettle can go on and the day can begin at a much more civilised pace.
Unless, of course, you’ve got a dog who thinks 6am is a perfectly reasonable time to demand breakfast.
Apparently, weekends are a human invention. Nobody bothered telling the dog. 😂
Autumn is definitely making itself known now. There’s a chill in the mornings, the leaves are starting to turn, and Yorkshire households are entering that annual battle of wills between putting the heating on and putting another jumper on.
The jumper is still winning.
So, what’s everyone up to today?
A bit of shopping? A walk? Seeing family or friends? A trip to the pub?
Or are you planning on doing absolutely bugger all?
Because that last one is a perfectly respectable Saturday activity, and I fully support it.
A little Yorkshire history — on this day...
On 19 September 1935, Queen’s Gardens in Hull were officially opened.
The gardens were created on the site of the former Queen’s Dock, transforming part of Hull’s old working waterfront into a public space for people to enjoy.
On the same day, the Wilberforce Monument was rededicated after being moved from its original position near the dock. 
A lovely bit of Yorkshire history: an old dock becoming a garden, with a monument to one of Hull’s most famous sons standing proudly nearby.
And being Yorkshire, I imagine somebody at the opening still found something to complain about.
“Aye, it’s lovely, but who’s paying to cut all that bloody grass?” 😂
And as always, be kind today.
If you’re spending time with family or friends, enjoy it. If you know somebody who’s having a difficult time, check in on them.
Sometimes a brew, a conversation or simply having somebody there can make all the difference.
And if you’re the one who needs a quieter day, give yourself permission to have one. You don’t have to fill every minute of the weekend with jobs.
Being kind includes being kind to yourself.
Right then, Saturday is waiting.
Get yourselves a decent breakfast, enjoy whatever you’ve got planned and make the most of a little time away from the weekly grind.
And remember, tomorrow is Yorkshire pudding day, so anybody buying frozen Aunt Bessie’s has approximately 24 hours to reconsider their life choices.
Have a cracking Saturday, folks!
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UK PLC — HUMAN RESOURCES
TO: The Principality of Piddington
CC: Westminster Management; Royal Department
BCC: Scotland & Wales — Stop Taking Notes
SUBJECT: PIDDINGTON — HR SUPPORTED YOUR PROTEST. WE DIDN’T REALISE YOU WERE STARTING A COUNTRY.
Dear Former Members,
Earlier this week HR stood beside you.
We supported your demand for consultation over plans for up to 1,256 male asylum seekers at nearby MoD Bicester.
Then 285 of you voted for Piddington to seek independence from the United Kingdom.
RIGHT.
HR appears to have missed the escalation meeting.
Congratulations on the new country.
Now, a few minor administrative matters before you open the embassy.
Electricity: National Grid.
Gas: Who’s supplying it?
Water: Congratulations, you now need a Water Ministry.
Sewage: Less glamorous, equally urgent.
Police: Thames Valley Police are British. Who’s replacing them?
Dave from the pub?
Has Dave been informed?
Ambulance & Fire: You’ll presumably require international emergency-service agreements.
Please remain on fire until Customs clears the appliance.
Transport: Roads, buses, driving licences and vehicle registration.
Your village shop has unexpectedly become the DVLA.
Defence: Slight concern here.
Unless somebody has concealed a Challenger 3 behind the village hall, Piddington currently appears to have no armed forces whatsoever.
HR recommends two Labradors and Derek’s pressure washer until procurement catches up.
And finally:
THE BORDER.
Please do not call Border Force.
You’ve only had a country for five minutes.
THERE’S NO NEED TO LOSE IT ALREADY.
Perhaps erect a wall?
Although after yesterday’s correspondence, HR must clarify:
HADRIAN’S WALL. NOT THE ICE WALL FROM GAME OF THRONES.
No Night’s Watch.
No White Walkers.
And ideally no Border Force officer standing on top of it reporting:
“We think they came around the side.”
Then there’s taxation, pensions, healthcare, schools, courts, banking, telecoms, passports, customs and foreign affairs.
Oh, and currency.
HR proposes the Piddington Pound.
One Piddington Pound = 100 Piddies.
Nobody knows what it’s worth.
Congratulations. You’ve recreated cryptocurrency.
Of course, HR knows the referendum is symbolic. The residents themselves acknowledge Piddington cannot simply secede from the United Kingdom.
And your protest has certainly got people talking.
But after HR spent the week defending you against Management, we feel entitled to say:
MEMBERS, WE SAID MAKE WESTMINSTER LISTEN.
WE DIDN’T SAY FOUND A NATION BEFORE TEA.
Kind regards,
Human Resources
United Kingdom PLC
Did you know children in need recently gave a £29,998 grant to "Devon and Cornwall refugee support"
Do not give children in need a single penny
Another treacherous organization.
UK PLC — HUMAN RESOURCES
TO: Scottish Government; Welsh Government; Northern Ireland Executive
CC: Westminster Management; Border Force; Royal Household; Department of Constitutional Melodrama; All UK PLC Members
SUBJECT: BREAKING UP THE UNITED KINGDOM — APPARENTLY THIS WAS THE BEST IDEA IN THE ROOM
Dear Management,
HR understands that the political leaders of Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland have signed a joint declaration concerning constitutional change and self-determination.
Apparently the United Kingdom has problems.
Their solution?
BREAK UP THE UNITED KINGDOM.
Outstanding.
Debt. Housing. Public services. Infrastructure. Economic growth.
And somebody thought:
“YOU KNOW WHAT WOULD HELP? MORE BORDERS.”
SCOTLAND
Sit down, put the whisky away and slowly hand HR the Braveheart DVD.
William Wallace died in 1305.
The Acts of Union arrived in 1707.
402 YEARS LATER.
Mel Gibson wasn’t fighting the United Kingdom.
He wasn’t even fighting his natural accent.
FREEDOOOOOM!
Lovely.
Now explain the currency, pensions, debt, defence, taxation and trade.
No face paint. No swords.
USE NUMBERS.
WALES
Beautiful country. Magnificent castles. Best flag in UK PLC.
You have a dragon. You win.
Unfortunately:
A DRAGON IS NOT A FISCAL POLICY.
Explain the currency, pensions, taxation, defence and public spending.
And no:
TOM JONES CANNOT BE THE CENTRAL BANK.
Although HR is willing to hear him out.
NORTHERN IRELAND
Everybody behave.
Legal has entered the room.
Northern Ireland’s constitutional future is governed by the Belfast/Good Friday Agreement and democratic consent.
But why does it feel like somebody ordered:
“SCOTLAND, WALES… GO ON THEN, THROW NORTHERN IRELAND IN.”
This isn’t a meal deal.
Its future deserves serious democratic consideration, not becoming the complimentary constitutional side order.
Legal has nodded.
HR may continue.
BORDER FORCE
Oh dear.
New countries potentially mean new borders.
PLEASE DON’T SAY BORDER FORCE.
Management, they already have a border.
Performance suggests they’re still looking for it.
Yes, Hadrian’s Wall exists, but:
IT’S HADRIAN’S WALL, NOT THE BLOODY ICE WALL FROM GAME OF THRONES.
No Night’s Watch. No 700-foot wall of ice.
Just Roman stones and a Border Force officer wondering why Dover has moved to Carlisle.
They could stand on top of it and still report:
“WE THINK THEY CAME AROUND THE SIDE.”
HR recommends locating the existing border before ordering another one.
THE ROYAL DEPARTMENT
HR has checked.
They would quite like their United Kingdom to remain united.
And perhaps everyone should look again at the Union Flag.
England, Scotland and Ireland joined in one national symbol. Wales wasn’t separately represented because of its constitutional position when the flag developed.
Yes, Wales.
YOU GOT A DRAGON AND WE STILL LEFT YOU OFF.
HR accepts there may be a meeting required.
But that flag represents centuries of shared history, our monarchy, armed forces and generations who served beneath it.
MANAGEMENT COMES AND GOES.
THE UNION IS BIGGER THAN MANAGEMENT.
So HR has one request for our constitutional revolutionaries:
SHOW MEMBERS THE PLAN.
Not flags. Not slogans. Not Mel Gibson shouting from a horse.
THE PLAN.
Independence isn’t cancelling Netflix.
You don’t click END MEMBERSHIP, return the Union Jack and wake up Monday with the same economy but your own Eurovision entry.
And Westminster isn’t escaping HR either.
You’ve spent years making the independence movements’ arguments for them.
FIX IT. REFORM IT. MAKE THE UNION WORTH BELONGING TO.
Because when Management fails, sensible members replace Management.
THEY DON’T DEMOLISH THE OFFICE AND PUT PASSPORT CONTROL ON THE M6.
Kind regards,
Human Resources
United Kingdom PLC