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Until recently, tax law subjected young children to the same tax rates as parents in an effort to steer parents away from avoiding taxes by stashing income-producing assets in their children's names. Known as the \"Kiddie Tax,\" this provision applied to children from birth to age 14. From 14 on, however, teens' assets were taxed at their own rate--which was typically significantly lower than that of their higher-earning parents.
But now that the recently passed Tax Increase Prevention and Reconciliation Act has boosted the Kiddie Tax age limit to 18, older children face higher tax rates on income from interest, dividends and capital gains. \"This will have some teenagers gagging on a silver spoon,\" says Bob D. Scharin, RIA senior tax analyst at New York City-based Thomson Tax & Accounting, a provider of tax information and software. \"In many cases, parents and grandparents provide gifts of up to $12,000 to children each year as a way of shifting income and lowering their tax bite. Now, shifting income only works if the child is over 17.\"
wo rubber-suited monsters called Grob and Meeba are staggering towards me. \"What's the premise of this TV show\" I ask, as the more piscine of the two plants a sucky proboscis on the side of my face. \"These two guys are travelling through space,\" explains the PR from Southern Star Sales. \"They're teenage aliens from the planet Urkle, right And their space-bus crash lands in Australia and hits a TV station. And of course, they're a tremendous success.\" There's a loud thump as Meeba walks straight into one of our earth-chairs. As he stumbles away, a Southern Star executive notices that the creature has a kind of meshed aperture where its anus ought to be. \"Look at that,\" he mutters. \"Do you think he takes it up the clinker\" He should know, he probably commissioned the series. It's called Pig's Breakfast. It's a Cannes thing.
Each of these programmes has its own little stand, staffed by a synod of smiling representatives who are just gagging to sell you the broadcast rights. There's Diaper Detectives, an American live-action series about crime-cracking babies. Other teams are peddling Spuds in Duds, an Australian comedy starring two man-sized potatoes, filmed in the style of silent slapstick; Capelitos, a cartoon whose characters are different fungi; Pinocchio 3001, the sci-fi adventures of the mendacious wooden puppet. I was particularly attracted to Iron Chef, a Japanese cooking show that combines the culinary flamboyance of Masterchef with the endurance tests of Gladiators. This isn't a piece of isolated excess: Cooking Showdown and It's Your Fridge fit snugly into this new genre. It's a \"cooking/food/battle of the champions\" show. You disbelieved it here first.
In the souk-like booths of the Palais, million-dollar deals are struck and serious-minded people in suits crowd around monitors watching cartoons about dancing cockroaches and squirrel superheroes. It's an excellent place to be, especially if you like tacky free gifts. My complimentary festival shoulder-bag currently contains a luminous plastic skeleton, a foam-rubber Batman frisbee, several T-shirts, a Ready Steady Cook chopping board, apron, recipe book, and chef's hat, a Channel 4 Filofax, a set of Pirates-themed playing cards, an S4C Walkman and a yo-yo bearing the image of some googly-eyed insect, who may well be a national hero in Belgium. Their combined weight has broken the strap.
As you'll know if you read Nicholas Barber on these pages three weeks ago, the S Club 7 are Rachel, Jo, Hannah, Tina, Jon, Bradley and Paul - seven clean-limbed teens who are currently starring in a comedy series, Miami 7, and will soon release records, start up an Internet club, and lend their images to a skipload of authorised toys, games, clothes and food.
Around the marquee, seven squeaky-clean teens are working the room, sweetening up the programme's potential buyers, allowing middle-aged TV executives to kiss their hands and tell them how lovely they are. It's paying off already. 59ce067264