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I got taken to court by the BBC License Fee lot. It was when I was a student, four of us were sharing a two bedroom house. Not in the obvious way... we had a room each, one in each bedroom, one in the official sitting room, and student no. 4 was paying a reduced rent as he was living in the cupboard under the stairs that led into the kitchen.
The student in the sitting room had plugged a telly into the socket. One evening, the doorbell went so I came down from my room (one of the official bedrooms) and answered it. There was a rather weaselly looking bloke in a dodgy cream coloured raincoat who said he was from TV licensing. Being the young innocent law-abiding soul that I was in those days, I answered all the the questions that were thrown at me truthfully. Including what was my name.
Yes, there was a telly in the downstairs sitting room.
Mr Enforcer didn't ask if I could watch that telly if I wanted (actually Mark wouldn't have minded at all and regularly had large numbers round to watch Jools Holland etc). Instead he just did a sort of 'Indeed... hmmm .. noise' and scribbled on his pad.
Then he went away again.
A month later I got a Summons from the Magistrates. I turned up in a state of wittering terror. Weaselly bloke from TV Licensing was there and did his speech.
I said I didn't understand, the telly was in my flatmate Mark's room and Mr Weasel had asked if there was a tv on the premises, so I'd said yes. He'd not asked anything about rooms or bedrooms, so I'd not answered IYSWIM.
I got an Absolute Discharge and dodgy TV Licensing Bloke got a mahoosive telling off.
Having said, I was lucky, apparently other Magistrates have been far more unsympathetic.