It would be remiss of me at this time of the year if I didn't big up the Taxation Awards and remind potential contenders that there's just a month remaining in which to submit entries.
They're now more than ten years old, our gongs, and they're the proper deal: coveted by many, cherished by the winners, and wholly appropriate for recognising the skills and achievements of tax professionals.
Wholly appropriate, I said.
Regular readers of my blogging (who, I understand, gather once a year in a phone box on Tooting High Road for drinks and dancing) will have guessed what's coming next.
Yes! It's the wearyingly inevitable 'Hey! What about the most inappropriate awards?' piece. Please stay.
Perhaps they, the alternative prizes, should be based on an existing game show format, thus allowing for a puny pun: Who Wants to Be a Millionaire (plus VAT)? or Fiscally Come Dancing.
Then again, feebly stabbing at satire might be in order: Deal or No Deal... Between HMRC and Vodafone.
No?
No.
Let's move away from our comfort zone until it's a dot on the horizon, adopt a reality TV show approach, and get really improper:
Tax's Strongest Woman.
Make Me an HMRC Chippendale.
From Taxman to Axeman. (That's got a heavy metal theme, that one. Or maybe something to do with lumberjacks.)
Pro-Celebrity Sch 36 Inspections.
Bear Wrestling, with Lesley Strathie. (I'd have suggested John Whiting OBE as the host, but he's already got a lot on what with the CIOT and the OTS. Also, rumour has it that he's being chased by the commissioning editor of BBC4 to front a show about initialisms.)
The style of competition will be chosen soon and the qualifying rounds will be held thereafter, while the final will take place on 25 May, the night before the Taxation Awards, a la the Razzies preceding the Oscars.
I'll see you there.