It's also raised a wee stushie over the name. Why not the more correct "Grandparents' Tax"? Well, that certainly doesn't trip off the tongue quite as smoothly.
Then there's all that dratted stuff about apostrophes. I suppose too that "Granny Tax" is some consolation to the exasperated women who have to put up with all those careless references to "mankind" and "manning the office" and so on.
Well, according to Jock, the ultimate answer to a happy life is 20-40-20. Here's how it works out:
20 years of play, education and training
40 years of work
20 years of retirement.
The raising of the school leaving age means that soon everyone will be in some form of education or training till 18 and that's the way it should be. Add in a few more years of higher education or further training and that takes care of the first 20 years or so.
Take the Tories. It’s 60 years since they had a majority of Scotland’s Westminster seats. We can confidently predict there’s no chance of them matching that in the next 60.
In fact, 600 years might be more realistic. The Scots have remembered Edward Longshanks with a shudder for 700 years so it’s unlikely they’ll forget the toxicity of Thatcherism during the next 600.
I'm reminded of the Inuit by the subtle changes in this country’s attitude towards the elderly which have occurred over the past few years. These changes were reflected in the Budget but it’s much more pervasive than that.
Basically the story that’s now put about is this. The current crop of people in their sixties and upwards – the post-war Baby Boomers - are the most pampered generation in history.
One product in particular caught my attention. It's the Union Jack Door Mat. That's right, a door mat with a union jack design on it.
Now, let's just work out in detail how that functions. You walk around the streets picking up the usual mess on the soles of your shoes: dirt of all sorts, sticky sweets, chewing gum and, if you're unlucky (though some say it's lucky), dog poo.