Played a little game with an officious tv license inspector, went to the other house to pick up a couple of tools that I’d left there, as I pulled up I noticed a black Mondeo parked outside with a middle aged pug faced giffer sat inside, as I let myself in I heard his car door shut & a few seconds later a loud banging on the door. I went to the door & the guy showed me his id on the lanyard round his neck, “Michael Clough, I’m from the tv licensing authority, according to our records you don’t have a tv license” …”er, yes I do”…”not according to our records”….”I can assure you I am fully legal” ….”according to our records there is no license for this address”….”but that’s not what you said, you said I don’t have a license & I do”….”for this address?”…”no, for my other address” ….”you need a license for each property”….”no I don’t”……”I can assure you that you need a license for each separate address”….”no I don’t because I don’t have a television at this address”…”can you prove that?”….”yes”….”I need proof that you don’t have a television here”……”I can assure you that I don’t have a television here”…..”I need to see proof”…..”come back with a warrant then as I’m going home now” with that I locked the door & went home