P.R.S Radio Licencing - Daylight Robbery?

It's not a scam. Those letters are real. But exactly how joyless are the P.R.S? After all, the artists have got their cash. So why do we need a licence to play the Radio at work?

Thursday 4th June 2009

In bean-counting bastardisations of time, The Monstrous Dominion, The Circle Of Sin; the trauma that drives us to Whisky and Gin - The Day Job, The Workplace, the utter disgrace; and everyone knows what goes on in that place - where good people slave for The One and The Whole, and the girl in the canteen is all that attracts; or the poster-boy bell-boy that brings in the tea; but she's got a boyfriend that knows where you live; and the bell-boy's a drunk so you're all out of luck (and so many things might have rhymed with that line). 

...And handing out orders, The Geek In The Suit, the Flesh Hired On at the Company Store, who empty-eyed dribbles his ignorant roar...

...But suffer in silence, you down in the cage, who buckle and break for the prize of a wage; and shuffle the papers and rattle the pens, for there's always been one thing to keep you alive, to keep you from going insane as you strive - The Radio, buzzing away on the desk, or stuck on the empty Magnolia wall...

...And through it, the promise of Life after Death, a world that exists at the end of the shift...

...But the P.R.S clearly has other designs, and fees and accounts must be paid up in full -  and Money Is What Makes The World Go Around, so out come the letters to harvest the pound; to workplaces everywhere, spies have been sent - but who would have thought they could charge you the rent on a Radio?  Damn their assasins and theives!  (There's probably one on the gate as you leave)...

...Oh, they'll Irrigate you, and they'll blast you with sand, then shut down the office by waving their hand; and all in the name of Production and Cost, and Public Authority, License Fees Lost.  They'll search you, and pin up your eyelids with sticks; they'll clean out your mouth with their rubbery Cleaning Apparatus...

...And still, you'll be left with a taste of confusion; you'll question the worth of this latest delusion - the price for a licence to broadcast at work?  £2,000 is quite often the case.  But haven't you already paid up your dues?  And doesn't the Radio need our support? 

...Quite frankly, the answer's as plain as the day - the Snivelling Wretches are at it again.  'Co-incidence' has it that in recent news, MP's have been calling for Live Music Laws to be altered, to be less Draconian; so, who do we think'll be losing out there? The Pubs?  The Musicians?  The Audience?  No.  (In fact, all their incomes might actually grow).   But somebody's revenue might start to slow - with a drop in the Live Music Licence Fee rate, the P.R.S loses the loot; and so isn't it odd how they've stepped up the game just a bit?  How they've come, hat in hand, to demand their return?

...If I sold you a car, and then charged you to drive, would you ever come back?  Would my business survive?   

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