Passport Wars

In between submitting the side-splittingly disastrous fake passport scan to as many forums as possible since the last entry, I've had time to piece together one of my own in response. Like the one that I received, it features a slightly familiar face.

He's actually replied again, but made no mention of the image - in fact, in his latest email he not only read my fake name wrongly from it, but requested a scan of my passport. This confirms my initial assessment of him as "not very bright", and I'll avoid his request for a phone call by saying that I currently have my vocal chords out to be polished or something.

Back in real life, I now have only one practical left until the end of the year, so I'm pretty much free to go down to Ayr tomorrow and celebrate yet another friend turning 21. The car defiantly unburdened itself by losing its cover last night, and with the winds that we have here it could be anywhere from St Andrews to China by now. So if by chance a silvery green/grey expanse of cheap cloth is entwined around your aerial at the moment, I'd appreciate it if you could disentangle and return it.