Watchers - or holy ones?
By the time I moved in, the bungalow had been empty for some months. You can imagine the splendid pile of shiny leaflets and buff envelopes heaped up inside the front door.
Christopher Idle
Among the usual fare of pizzas, insurance, loans and double-glazing, four letters were addressed to the non-existent 'Occupier', in increasingly loud and offensive language, pointing out the urgent need to obtain a television licence. The penalties for not complying are too terrible to contemplate.
