According to a recent letter, enforcement officers are scheduled to enter my flat in the near future to investigate why I haven't been paying my TV license.
Judging by the tone of the letter, they'll be coming in through the window, black gasmasks rasping, electrified batons set to ultra-kill.
At least the righteous glory of being proven innocent is a fine thing.
(Not that I dislike the BBC; they do good work with other people's licensing fee. But I expect Auntie Beeb of all people to be a little more polite when she sends a letter.)
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