>wake up
>bobby knocks on door
>"oi wake ahp you cheeky cant and gis a cop of your sleeping license"
>fumble around and finally find my license
>"s-sorry good sir, it's right e're, God save the Queen"
>bobby peers in and catches a cheeky glimpse of me tele
>"oi, where's your tele license you bugga"
>draw TV license from me government registered wallet
>bobby gives a look like the bloody Queen's dodger
>"oi mate where's yeh license for this e're licence"
>show him my license license
>"this license license is invalid, I'm taking you in"
>bobby draws his toy gun
>stab him with my unregistered butterknife
>mfw I should've voted UKIP