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We are registering a new British Ship (built in Japan) under the new Tonnage Tax scheme. The MCA are on side and helpful. The people who are not are the Radio Licensing Authority, who are bureaucrats and jobsworths of the deepest dye. The station licence costs twenty quid, but the ship cannot sail without it. You have to apply in writing allowing five clear days for the bit of paper to come through and they then send it to you by second class mail. The idea that merchant ships get built on the other side of the world and are ready when they are ready, and cost thousands of pounds for each day that they are not earning, does not occur to these people, any more than the idea of accepting applications by fax (email, what's email?).
We applied. Nowt happened so we rang up. They agreed to accept a fax application (photocopy of the one they had lost) They lost the photocopy. We rang again. "I'm not going to waste time looking for your application amongst the eight thousand applications waiting to be processed; I could do half a dozen in the time that would take" said Jobsworth. We tried to point out that HMG were trying to encourage merchant shipping under the Red Ensign (q.v.) "I don't care if you are the Duke of Edinburgh" said Jobsworth, "You'll have to wait your turn like everyone else!"
It arrrived, by second class post. Wrong address and details. We applied again. Same mistake. (You get massively fined for this in the USA, the Republic of Dementia, etc.)
Time was now critical. We despatched a motor cycle courier, cost £268, to their HQ to wait for our twnety quid bit of paper so that we could courier it to Tokyo where a despatch rider would whizz it to the yard and allow the M/V Saucy Sue to get on with her business in life.
" Don't know why you think you're so special" said Jobsworth, "Everyone wants their licence for the Easter holiday!"
Only then did we realise that Jobsworth had no clue that the tonnage figures oin the form indicated a pretty big motor cruiser, and whilst the other eight thousand odd applications were for yachts, ours was for a real ship. Indeed, he obviously had no idea what a ship is!
We applied. Nowt happened so we rang up. They agreed to accept a fax application (photocopy of the one they had lost) They lost the photocopy. We rang again. "I'm not going to waste time looking for your application amongst the eight thousand applications waiting to be processed; I could do half a dozen in the time that would take" said Jobsworth. We tried to point out that HMG were trying to encourage merchant shipping under the Red Ensign (q.v.) "I don't care if you are the Duke of Edinburgh" said Jobsworth, "You'll have to wait your turn like everyone else!"
It arrrived, by second class post. Wrong address and details. We applied again. Same mistake. (You get massively fined for this in the USA, the Republic of Dementia, etc.)
Time was now critical. We despatched a motor cycle courier, cost £268, to their HQ to wait for our twnety quid bit of paper so that we could courier it to Tokyo where a despatch rider would whizz it to the yard and allow the M/V Saucy Sue to get on with her business in life.
" Don't know why you think you're so special" said Jobsworth, "Everyone wants their licence for the Easter holiday!"
Only then did we realise that Jobsworth had no clue that the tonnage figures oin the form indicated a pretty big motor cruiser, and whilst the other eight thousand odd applications were for yachts, ours was for a real ship. Indeed, he obviously had no idea what a ship is!