has its uses even if one is Aussie. The eldest daughter and family are due in civilised parts from Oz at the end of the month. To her horror she has just found that her British Passport has expired. The hardworking and efficient British High Commission in Canberra ‘cannot guarantee’ issuing a new one in time. Apparently looking at the old one and signing and stamping a replacement, plus tea breaks, can take three or four weeks. So the only solution is to get an Aussie one. The dozey, laid back and permanently inebriated on XXXX passport officials in the Australian capital issue a spanking new document , in Warne Green, Kangaroo Crest and all in 48 hours. Admittedly it lacks the sonorous '‘Her Britannic Majesty’s Secretary of State Requests and Requires” and instead has something like “ G’day Mate, do us a favour” but it does the trick. The eldest daughter is a somewhat reluctant Aussie (See link to her blog) but needs must. Another complication is that her ticket like her British Passport bears her maiden name so to frustrate Bin Laden ( so says the Security Blokes) the ticket now needs to be changed into her Australian married moniker. Boring.
Yes Furious of Fishwick
, it is a bit tactless for the Developers to have the meanest houses on the block in the Orchard be called ‘The Hutton’ . In Paxton too. But just think (to cheer you up) how French tourists on the Eurostar must feel arriving at ‘Waterloo’ (Blucher who saved Wellington’s bacon at Waterloo by arriving late has proved to be a good role model for most of the trains)*
* What's that to do with anything? Blog Ed