There are three things that are certain in life: Death, Taxes and TV Licensing fees. Well, at least when you are in London.
If memory serves me correct, I had to pay just over S$100 back home for an annual TV license. That of course include the radio network as well. Over here in London, the TV licensing fee comes up to just over £100. That was in 2007.
I still remember the day when I first receive the TV licensing bill in the summer of 2007. For a moment, I toyed with the idea of actually not paying it, for that was what the previous tenant has done, and the tenant before her, and the tenant before him. How do I know? There were several ironically labelled 'final warning' letters doused in red print stuffed in the mailbox.
As a law abiding individual, I dutifully took out my debit card, went online (that's after I got my broadband fixed) and paid so that BBC can continue producing Eastenders and Jonathan Ross show.
Truth be told, the reason why I paid up is because there were regular unmarked vans (save for the huge antennas, which NASA would be proud of, sticking out from their top) with menacing men sporting Ray-Ban eyeshades going around the area. I heard that they are out with those huge antennas detecting radiowaves emitting from our television and radios. In short, they are out to get people like the previous tenant occupying my place, the tenant before her and the tenant before him.
While we were blissfully watching the likes of Top Gear, our televisions are giving us away. Sneaky mechanized ingrates. Then again, I don't mind lining the pockets of Jonathan Ross for he's a decent fella. I'm sure a sizable proportion of my 100 quid goes into his £6 million annual salary.
This morning I got another TV license bill. To my shock and horror, it's no longer 'just over a hundred quid', it has risen to £142.50! Well, I figured out if BBC was to have its advertising revenue reduced due to the economic downturn, that's no good reason to let dear o' Jonathan suffer a paycut, is it? Out came my card and the deal was done before you can utter "and I thought there was a deflation?!".
Now I got to make up the shortfall from somewhere. Another good reason to discontinue my Lovefilm subscription and to forgo going to the cinemas. Well, with shows like The Lesbian Vampires Killers, I think I'll survive.
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