Unlicensed activity

Before Christmas I received a missive from the DVLA telling me that I had to apply for a new licence because my photo would soon be 10 years old.

In my last photo, they somehow erased my eyebrows, so I was quite pleased at the prospect of getting those back. The £20 fee was less exciting, but I had no choice, so off I went to the photo booth whereupon I was parted from £5 - yes, FIVE POUNDS - for a set of photos in which I was not to be "wearing spectacles, grinning, or raising my eyebrows". In other words, I should not look like an escapee from the local lunatic asylum, and/or a member of the local bellringers society.

Anyway, I sent off my cheque, mug shot, old photo card and completed form, and this week my new licence arrived.

I don't know about you, but I was expecting something a bit more...together...for that kind of money.

Still, someone looks pleased with it.

They're not getting another £20 off me. I'll sign what's left of the signature box and, if I ever have to produce it, feign amazement at the havoc the lesser known Kentish paper-eating moths can wreak.