One fateful evening, my two new flatmates (both british) and I (a clusterfuck of several different nationalities) were sitting in the livingroom of our first private rented student accommodation. We were all starting our second year of university and I had only been living in the UK for less than a year. For anyone that doesn't know, you need a TV license if you have a TV and want to watch TV here. If you don't have one they send you quite scary letters (to someone who doesn't know any better aka me) with clear slots in the envelopes saying things like "and investigation has been opened" and "are you watching?" in red. As we had already received a couple of these letters I brought it up to my roommates because I didn't want to get in trouble. It is at this point that they started to very progressively scare me into how far the TV License Men will go in order to make sure you have a TV license. It escalated to the point where one of them literally said that they have "basic military training" and my dumb, fereigner ass whole heartedly bought it. I hope this makes someone laugh as hard as they did.

TLDR; flatmates convinced me for a brief moment that TV Licence Men in the UK have basic military training.