Getting away from it all.
I had a lot of troubles and decided one day to get away from it all and go down to the river and wash away my troubles.
The tax man was on my ass and the only way he was going to catch me this time was to get his shoes wet.
I held my head up and looked up to the sun and knew that he couldn't find me in my little haven, this was a place where I didn't have to run any more.
Besides, I was confident that he couldn't because I'd given a false adress.
It was then that I thought if anyone was tired and weary, they should come and find this little haven and make their own bid for freedom.
They'd be sure to find themselves the good life and peace of mind here.

So anyway.

I've.

Found.

My.

Freedom.

Da-de-da-dn de-de-dee
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Tue 11 Nov 2008, 10:28, 2 replies)

That bloody tax man, eh?
He's taken all my money and my beloved sailing boat, and I'm sat here in the family pile being threatened by some fat chick.

At least the weather's nice and hot.
(Vice Admiral Sir Charles Cockbrush KCB MBE DSO, who is finding it increasingly difficult to log into b3ta.com wants to duck your aunt and kick your puppy, Tue 11 Nov 2008, 11:12, closed)

sounds...
very much like Reginald Perrin!
(Chad, Tue 11 Nov 2008, 11:41, closed)