I'm often uneasy with the concept of name and shame, but in this particular case I really couldn't be. After all, there was technically no naming. Just an absolutely enormous car, a monstrous black and shining four-wheel drive thing with tinted windows, plastered with chrome, half motor vehicle, half whale, the sort of thing that vampire presidents would drive.
Plastered over the driver's window (kerbside) was a big yellow notice: UNTAXED VEHICLE. Affixed to the windscreen, a second, smaller yellow notice: notice of refuse removal.
My heart bled. I then made a note that my car tax is due at the end of this month.