Today, the Postal Service has angered me.

Not long ago, I was sent a package. This package was a gift. It contains a pen, a catalogue, and a few small notebooks. Pretty simple stuff, no? It’s marked as a gift, too. And that it is; there was no money involved in the exchange. And yes, it seems that Parcel Force have decided to be evil bastards and take my new hotness and subject it to a customs search. It seems that they don’t quite understand how a pen and a set of notebooks can be worth $500.

So. They’re determine that the goods are in-fact, worth the amount on the shipping label, then they’ll take the pen from the box, write with it, maybe give it a drop kick or three, and spit in the notebooks for good measure. Oh, and no doubt try to charge me VAT and Import Duty on the whole lot, too.

So that’s what I’m waiting for. Death and deliverance. And a very sexy pen.