As if squatting wasn't enough.

When I lived in Manchester everyone squatted.
You were considered to be some kind of idiot if you actually paid rent for accommodation. All you had to do was find an unoccupied flat, and break in.
Not satisfiyed with that, we came up with a scheme to avoid paying the electricity bills.
When a bill came in, we would phone the electricity company and say, "I don't know who those people are. We've just moved in here last week."
They would say, " Oh, sorry. We'll issue you a new account. What's your name?"
So every time a bill came in we just repeated the same process, giving them a different name each time, and they fell for it every time.
And this is where it got funny.
I think we were the first people to do it, because we told them the house holder was Mr. Foo Man Choo.
They issued us with a card and we never paid a penny for our electricity.
Anyway. The word got around , and then everyone was doing it. And there was a sort of a competition to see who could come up with the most ridicuolous name.
My friend Murdoch always won. Among the names that he submitted were... Mr. Fhrr ( how do you spell that? ) and Mr. McGonagonagogal.
I swear I am not making this up.
We did this for a couple of years. I can't believe we got away with it.