This bloody interfering, nosey, stifling, straight laced, pompous nation state in which I have the misfortune live, is starting to piss me off. I'd rather have some droogs pop round my gaff for a glass of miloko than some government lackey in his bowler poking the ferrule of his umbrella into my project. I knew that brown envelope spelled trouble even though I didn't open it for a few weeks. There was a clue printed all over the front - DVLA. They want me to take the bloody bike all the way to Chelmsford in Essex, on a weekday, and charge me £25 for the privilege. All this to "clarify an error in their records". I know what the error is...............................
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