I moved house a couple of months ago, and sure enough got a letter for the new place saying they didn't have a license for that address. Busted. So I paid online, and all is well. FOREVER!
Then last week I got a threatening letter (red ink and everything!) about how they are going to send someone round to check for a TV, and then fine me a grand etc. This morning I checked my email records, and sure enough I have a confirmation of payment. To double-check, I checked my credit card account, to see that I have in fact been debited 3 weeks ago. Dicks. Well, when they send someone round I shall, in my best diplomatic voice, explain to them and all will be well. FOREVER!
Seems the same thing happened to my brother, but diplomacy is not his strong-point. He has just crafted and sent this letter. Those who read my K5 diaries back in the day may recall me explaining how both he and I are very well educated, but utterly foul-mouthed. The opening salutation should be a prime example:
Dear low paid anachronistic motherfucker,Despite my strong moral objections to the archaic and worthless institution of a TV licence that is your miserable fucking job to enforce, I pay my TV licence and always have. You FUCKING tits.
Were it not for the shocking ineptitude of every fucking state sanctioned fucking cartel, I may have been surprised to receive this morning... a threatening letter. This letter suggested that, shock horror, if I don't pay my licence, I will face a fine of up to a grand. Now, obviously to you miserable little cunts a grand is a lot of cash, but to me it's fuck all; small change; nil; nada. but I digress.
No fine applies to me, as I explained to some telephone fuckwit of yours around two weeks ago when I moved house from [old address] to [new address]
Yes, I followed your outdated and ultimately doomed guidelines to the fucking letter, but still you feel the need to fucking insult me by accusing me of being some kind of cunting criminal. Update your records and FUCK OFF.
Kindest regards,
Paul.
Sleep paralysis:
I saw a documentary a while ago about sleep paralysis - where you're more or less awake, but as in sleep your higher brain has no control over your muscles. Apparently very common is terrifying hallucinations, starting with the absolute certain feeling of a presence in the room, commonly involving a disfigured old woman appearing, kneeling on top of you and crushing you so you can't breathe. This goes on for a couple of minutes until you finally properly wake up, and the spell is broken.
Well, last night it happened to me.
Because of how I was lying, I couldn't see anything so visual hallucinations were out, but it started with the exact same feeling that someone was in the room with you. Then there were vividly audible sounds, before I finally felt something climb on top of me, and I felt crushed. No, seriously, I actually felt it.
I tried to move my arms, but they just would not respond at all. Then I heard the woman whisper into my ear, clear as day, "Gary". OK, obviously my brain's not great at conversation. Then I tried moving again, and this time just managed to flick my foot a fraction. The tiniest movement and it was all finished immediately.
I rate this experience 6/10. Y'see the thing is, I'd've expected this to be terrifying as people said, but I really don't see how it's any different from a nightmare. See on the one hand, it should be worse because everything is so vivid and real. But, because I was mostly awake, I thought "hey - this must be that sleep paralysis thing I heard about!"
So it was unsettling, but it's hard to be scared if you know it's just a hallucination.
I wonder if I'd have actually experienced the same thing if I hadn't heard in advance about the whole being crushed by woman thing?
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