"Sorry, I can't buy a licence because I'm giving CPR to my goldfish" is one of the many real-life excuses given to TV Licensing over the past year. Here, Adrian Holt tries to turn it into a poem.
When some people are unable to switch off from work, it can be fairly noticeable. We see one particular group of friends who are suffering more than most and hear how it has even started affecting one of the group's home life.
Working for a shady criminal organisation can pose many risks, none more so than upsetting your boss. Three unlucky thugs have to work together quickly or their lives will be on the line because, as every crook knows, rules are rules.
