When I lived in my old place, we were getting hassled by the tv licence inspectors.Letters to start with, which went unanswered because none of us liked the tone of them.
Anyway, on sunday morning of all days, a tv licence inspector turned up at the front door. A woman, and she actually had some form she wanted me to sign declaring I had been using a tv without a licence,and she told me unless I signed the form and bought a licence that day I would be in court.First words she used. Very disconcerting if you were a vunerable person.
I refused to sign and she asked to come in and check for a TV. I said 'be my guest' and she walked in to the aftermath of a serious party, beer can everywhere, as usual after clubbing it. She went in the front room, and my mate rob (who we called rab) a complete glaswegian drunkard, who had dropped out of uni ages ago and was just getting boozed up everynight, was lying on the sofa with his boxers and his ******** hanging out.
He started to shout stuff at her, couldn't really make it out, and she couldn't get out of there fast enough.They never hassled us again.