No...
Spring 2006. A house full of student dossers, who (in much the same way that the washing up piled high in the sink is ALWAYS someone else's responsibility) had systematically failed to purchase a TV license.
Letters came. Letters were left opened in the living room for someone else to deal with. Until...

D opened the door to a chap who asked if we had a TV in the house. "Er, I don't think so..." lied D, unconvincingly. "Can I come in and have a look" asked the man from TV Licensing as he barged past D into the filthy living room.

Now, in this house there were in fact three TVs, one in the living room, but in a dark corner - so I can only assume that the TV chap breezed past this in the hope of leaving the wretched student hovel before he contracted Student AIDS or similar.

D then proceeded to lead TV man upstairs, looking in the two bedrooms there which had no TV. Unfortunately he then was asked to lead the chap up to the attic room, so, knocking on the door D called out "Er, C, are you in? It's the TV Licensing man come to check for TVs."

So C called down "Yes.." but before he could finish the sentence, TV man was up the stairs to be immediately confronted by C, sat naked in bed covering his modest modesty, with Richard & Judy blaring out of his 32" widescreen.



We got away with paying for the rest of the year, they didn't backdate or fine us £1000.
(I_Am_Kloot Cock Piss Partridge, Sat 16 Feb 2008, 10:21, Reply)