Ghost of a flea

I told them that, as an Englishman, I do not have such a thing. As a British subject, I may not be stopped unless the pigs have reasonable grounds to suspect that I am a wrong doer, or a bad apple. Until next year, that is, when I will be required to produce a lump of skin and a photocopy of my arse every time I wish to borrow a library book. Vote Labour, by the way.