Motor muse monthly

Earlier this year I had to complete the census. So, on 20 March, I sat down in front of my cast-iron, steam-driven computer to give it my undivided attention. The census, that is.

Uppermost in my parsimonious frontal lobes was the threat that ‘failure to do so’ can result in a £1,000 fine. Or so the powers-that-be threaten. As a reconstituted hippy and instinctive disruptive, as long as it is legally allowable to do so, I try to ignore everything any government wishes to impose