A Story of How, If You Are Going to Be a Lazy, Careless Slut, It Is a Good Thing to Be THOROUGH about It.

 

One of the minor bureaucratic buttbiters about living in Britain is that they check the register of voters EVERY year.  You get these red-stamped robot letters in the post threatening you with diabolical tortures if you don't return the form or if you return it WRONG.  Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've been saying . . . for quite a while.  I have a novel to finish.  Catch me later.  This may have been going on a couple of months.  I have kind of a lot of letters.  They keep sending them, and there...