hermes said:
Softus said:
everything goes through the books, including parts-only bills for jobs I do for my own mother.
Unless you are raising an invoice for the work you do for your mum, then I would think that claiming for materials is tax evasion.
Are you being deliberately obtuse? I said
everything goes through the books. How is that in any way avoiding tax?
noodlz said:
Quite agree, Hermes, again
....Softus watch out for that knock on the door from the takes-man
You agree
With what? A mind-numbingly bizarre interpretation of "everything goes through the books"? What on Earth do I have to fear from a visit by the IR?
Moz said:
can you not buy materials for work not done then keep those reciepts ?
This is a bit closer to reality, although the concept of "work not done" is a little off-kilter. I buy materials for stock - if that stock is used, then I raise an invoice. Whether or not labour is included on the invoice is my choice, and it's perfectly legitimate not to - that is then a parts-only invoice, or "bill", to use the slang word.
Zampa said:
Softus said:
It's not bad, but I can easily say that I've never thrown away a bill - everything goes through the books, including parts-only bills for jobs I do for my own mother.
Out of interest, can I ask why?...very honest..or cant, like me be bummed trying to shift loads of cash. (which isnt easy)
Why? Because that's the way it should be done when everything is honest and above board. Very honest? No - you can't get
more honest than plain honest. Shifting cash is very straightforward - I spend it on materials, and it all goes through the books.
Just to re-iterate, for anyone else who's hard of thinking, "it all goes through the books" means that it all goes through the books. if you can think of a different interpretation that makes one iota of sense, please let me know and I'll clarify.
If anyone is struggling with the concept of plain honesty, here's an example:
I bought some flowers from Sainsburys, which were 'guaranteed' to stay fresh for seven days, but after three days they wilted. I returned the flowers, politely explaining what happened, and produced the receipt. The CS lady asked me to pick a replacement bunch, but there weren't any [bunches] of the same size, so I asked if I might choose three smaller bunches, which amount to more money, and pay the extra.
They were lillies, BTW.
Here's the good bit - the lady wrapped up the flowers, handed them to me, then refunded me the cost of the original flowers. I stared at her, and pointed out that she had made a mistake. She insisted that it was right, because I had returned the flowers. I patiently (yes, amazingly, I can be patient), and politely, pointed out that I had walked in with flowers, and was about to walk out with flowers (worth even more), and she was trying to give me money on top. Then the bloke in the queue behind me made a mistake - he said "you should have kept quiet mate - you could have got away with that".
This is where all hell broke loose. I was no longer patient, and turned on him, venomously demanding him to explain which bit of the back of my head made me look that the thieving w*anker that he obviously was. He didn't take kindly to that, but I had the moral high ground, and there was no mistaking the murderous glint in my eye. There was a face-off for a few seconds, until he wilted, like a three-day old lily, and sulkily said "suit yourself".
I turned back to the CS lady, who had realised her mistake and was putting the money back in the till. I handed her the extra money that I owed, thanked her, and turned to leave, with her trying to work out why on Earth I'd paid her.
Oh, and I don't make copies of CDs either.