Be afraid, for the inspector cometh riding in his glorious detector van. He knows where you live, you vile criminal, and when he catches you he will torture you at length before gouging out your eyes (the punishment must fit the crime after all). You will then be locked in the stocks under a sign saying "Guilty of disrespecting the BBC" and the honest licence paying citizens of your parish will throw box sets of Eastenders repeats at you.
Or something like that, a rather free paraphrase obviously. On the other hand it is now 11 months since Nomads last TV Licence expired. If they were really interested in collecting the money you would image that they would have got round to paying him a visit by now.
There is a letter like this every month and mostly it goes straight in the bin. The comparison with Septembers missive is interesting though as it shows that not much has changed.
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