Just for once, those stout gentlemen charged with management of this great land have done something good. They have examined a part of the daily life of the ordinary man and the interaction that he has with the agencies of the state. They have examined it with a beady eye, declared that there is room for improvement and have acted upon that declaration. They have seen an unnecessary trail of paper, the handling of which occupies equally unnecessary operatives of the state, causing an unnecessary drain on the funds extorted from the honest taxpayer.
That's right: they have actually made something easier.
You don't have to dredge out your (now invalid, due to blasted EU harmonisation) V5. You don't have to trudge to one of the ever-decreasing number of post offices and wait in a queue for someone to issue your tax disc. You don't have to worry about your carefully completed application form being rejected because it was filled out in blue ink, not black*.
However, your ever-vigilant and beady-eyed Pedant-General must temper his effusive praise, for all is not well at Direct.Gov. You have the option to furnish the nice people at DVLA with the current reading of your odometer, for the purposes of frustrating "clockers" should you come to sell your vehicle. You can also elect to forgo this pleasure. All well and good, but the fule what rote the page stuck this in as "To not notify your mileage..."
Altogether now: STRING HIM UP!
* I have had this happen to me and it is simply infuriating. I was so cross that I managed to browbeat the poor woman behind the counter to such a degree that she forgot to charge me for the "checking service" which had just unearthed the error.
Thankfully, the inestimable Mr Seat was on hand to sign the newly - and very blackly - completed form.