Half a million households run risk of £1k fine due to TV licence changes that will mean you need one to watch BBC iPlayer.
This will only apply to iPlayer, not other catch-up services like ITV Hub or All 4 (formerly 4oD).
TV Licensing says you will need a licence if you access iPlayer through another provider, such as Freeview, Freesat, YouView Sky, Virgin Media, BT Vision, Apple, Roku or Amazon.
Four in five households are unaware of forthcoming TV licence changes which means they could run the risk of a £1,000 fine and a criminal record, a survey suggests.
New rules aimed at closing a TV licence loop will come into effect on 1 September meaning households need to buy a £145.50 licence in order to download or watch programmes on BBC iPlayer.
It means around an extra half a million households will need to fork out for a licence.
However, more than 80 per cent of people surveyed by comparison website Broadband Genie had no idea that the changes were happening in just five weeks’ time, meaning they could unwittingly break the law.
TV Licensing say it is currently mailing all unlicensed addresses about the change – and that there is a notice on iPlayer to let people know the law is changing. Next month, it will also have an advertising blitz. It adds that 95 per cent of households currently have a licence and estimates the changes will impact around two per cent of the nation – just over half a million households.
As you can’t watch BBC iPlayer in foreign countries, I already thought that you needed a TV license anyway.
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I am a pencil
I can write lots of things
and in Outer Space
I’m a clever little pencil
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I was once like you are now!
New and shining and full of hope!
Be careful of who you trust, cause they’re all out for number one!
(Written Wednesday 16 September 2015)
PROMISES UNDER THE MOON
By Katherine Givens
Wreathed in silver light,
Beneath the wandering moon,
Love comes slow. Banded in your arms,
Lulled into the heart’s quiet tune,
Grief fades into the darkness
Outside our cocoon.
Trust exchanged for trust,
Faith given for faith
We ascend—not fall—into passion.
Without greed, without regrets,
We belong to the night
As we belong to the day.
Our souls remain as one
So long as the moon gleams.
I think that this sounds like most of us. We are free to be ourselves, when no-one can see us!
Feeling unsure and nervous
Feeling lost and alone
Feeling not sure what I am
Its hard to explain this feeling inside
Its trying to escape and I’m not sure it should!
(Written Wednesday 20 May, 2015)
A poem by /u/Poem_for_your_sprog
The sun goes down upon the Ankh,
And slowly, softly fades –
Across the Drum; the Royal Bank;
The River-Gate; the Shades.
A stony circle’s closed to elves;
And here, where lines are blurred,
Between the stacks of books on shelves,
A quiet ‘Ook’ is heard.
A copper steps the city-street
On paths he’s often passed;
The final march; the final beat;
The time to rest at last.
He gives his badge a final shine,
And sadly shakes his head –
While Granny lies beneath a sign
That says: ‘I aten’t dead.’
The Luggage shifts in sleep and dreams;
It’s now. The time’s at hand.
For where it’s always night, it seems,
A timer clears of sand.
And so it is that Death arrives,
When all the time has gone…
But dreams endure, and hope survives,
And Discworld carries on.