Good heavens! I had no idea that I enjoyed such an exalted position! But back to the Batmobile! We have used immigrant labour in the past during Summer months to get all the daft, small jobs done that we do not have staff for - you know, stuff like fixing fences, working on machinery that has been standing idle, cleaning guttering and all the other 1001 tasks that otherwise get ignored or left undone. In future, they can come here on a tourist visa (that is IF Brexit ever happens - and given the levels of competence of both the government and Her Majesty's loyal opposition, that's one giant IF right there! Expressions featuring the organisation of urine fests in a brewery spring to mind!) and we shall pay them directly to their home country accounts from our mainland Euro accounts. The best way to deal with gratuitous bureaucracy is to ignore it - but to do so intelligently! For example, before the days of the Customs Union and when we were putting on rock and hip-hop shows across Europe, rather than pish about with carnets and vehicle inspections, when we came to a boarder, the trucks pulled up behind the customs sheds and all those who had to go for a pee would get out. I went ahead, clutching a sheath of A4 paper and also went into the offices to use their loos. (Most of the crew were drinking beer as we drove, so visiting the loo was very welcome!) We then came out and any customs flunkies always assumed that we had been given the green light to just go ahead. It worked every time and I was genuinely sad to see the boards taken down, as it always gave us a good laugh as we drove off!