Heard something brilliant as I was walking down the street earlier, some lad about my age in his mid 20's had someone from TV licensing at his door so I pretended to look in my bag for my son's juice bottle so I could have a cheeky listen
Glad I did.[
"Do you watch live TV sir?"
"Nah mate, TV's shite, don't even own one. Prefer my music me"
"May I pop inside and look so I can confirm and put that on our system?"
"I don't have to let you in do I?"
"No sir, but if you're not letting me in when you say you don't own a TV, that gives me reason to believe that you could have a TV and therefore require a licence"
"To be fair mate, the lass at number 23 won't let me in her knickers, that doesn't mean I've got reason to believe she could have a cock..."
With that, the door was closed
Glad I did.[
"Do you watch live TV sir?"
"Nah mate, TV's shite, don't even own one. Prefer my music me"
"May I pop inside and look so I can confirm and put that on our system?"
"I don't have to let you in do I?"
"No sir, but if you're not letting me in when you say you don't own a TV, that gives me reason to believe that you could have a TV and therefore require a licence"
"To be fair mate, the lass at number 23 won't let me in her knickers, that doesn't mean I've got reason to believe she could have a cock..."
With that, the door was closed
