The Accessibility Apprentice

I loathe bureaucracy. Nothing shakes me as deeply and profoundly as a long form awaiting submission, be it a modern multi-paged online torture device or a good old-fashioned piece of paper peeking from its unnecessarily thick envelope. Each time I am reminded of the unavoidable duty of filling up a form, I cannot help but imagine a dark, mouldy basement of a Transylvanian castle (or, perhaps, The Castle) where a team of Vogons cackle and giggle as they come up with new exquisite ways to make…