We didn’t have a licence.
I used to live right bang in the centre of London, where life was far, far more interesting than investing in and switching on a Zombie Box. So that never happened. However, from time to time we would receive a buzz on the intercom to our almost top floor flat, and the conversation would go something like this:
‘Is this the occupier of flat number 24?’
‘This is the TV Licence inspector. We can see from our records that you don’t have a TV Licence.’
‘No, we don’t have a licence.’
Can we come in?’
‘You could be fined or prosecuted for watching TV without a licence.’
Eventually, we would update them. Since their last visit, nothing’s changed; we still don’t have a TV Licence, and in some last attempt at hope; that it might help them to understand things a little better, we would also add that we didn’t have:
A licence to sell fireworks.
A helicopter licence.
A licence to sell liquor.
A licence to open a night club.
A licence to run a minicab service.
A licence to run a pet shop.
A licence to run a betting shop.
No, we don’t have a licence for a TV.
Then we’d turn them away.
Assumptions can be made too quickly. People strive to find similarities and patterns in everything, try to assume that we are the same. I suppose it’s what we humans do as a way to connect. So when something doesn’t fit, we try desperately to make it fit, instead of stepping back and considering, should I re-shape my pattern of thinking, and not the pattern itself?
Some people cannot make sense of others stepping away from the ‘norm’. Of course, everybody has a TV? Right?
Well, no, not everybody.
We have a Zombie Box now, though. Can’t turn The Zombies away. The Zombies always get you in the end.