Obscured by clouds

“The Assessee is guilty of a device, and he has undertaken certain steps to cover up that device…”

Can people be guilty of devices? This is getting a little out of hand, this reading and re-reading of reams upon reams of unadulterated crap. Typo-ridden crap at that. The sort that requires a day and a night, and an arm and a leg (and an un-atrophied brain) to wade through. Which time, I certainly do not have at my disposal. Nor the un-atrophied gray matter.

On top of everything, I’m horribly nostalgic today. It’s this weather, methinks – slightly moist, 20 knot breeze; overcast, but not enough to hide the setting sun. Takes me back to law school campus days, taking in the rain at Shanks’ tea shack, with every soul on the premises ditching whatever it was they were knee-deep in, to get soaked.

Oh, and the puddles.

Have I ever mentioned that puddles and I have a bit of a history? Always made it a point to splash through a bunch of them on the way back from school, just for the sordid pleasure of hearing a string of loud curses from my mother (or the laundry lady, as the case may be). Charmed my (err..oh hell, which one was it?) second (still not sure) girlfriend by helping her over one (Sir Walter Crowley, that’s me). Also proved to be a consistent source of entertainment every time I’d try and jump across one. Gravity’s a bitch, ergo I pretty much always landed up in the drink. And wouldn’t you know it, there were always witnesses.

Anyhow, nothing more to write at the moment. Must finish this tax crap and get me a drink.

Goodbye, cruel world. For now, i.e.