Pale Rider
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I suppose the days of double parking outside the passport office in Petty France and renewing at the public counter are long gone.
things do seem a lot more efficient - I remember that there used to be terrible panics, folk almost sleeping outside - I used to work with someone back in the 80s who knew someone who worked there. I seem to recall that he may have been a union activist and found that more stimulating than his job - I rather had the impression that there were a hell of a lot of strikes/go slows.I suppose the days of double parking outside the passport office in Petty France and renewing at the public counter are long gone.
That reminds me of that old Les Dawson (I think) joke about the "speak your weight" machine, where his Mother in Law gets on and it tells her "Sorry, one at a time please".It kept telling me 'it looks like your eyes are closed' which is a bit personal really. They may as well have been blunt and called me pig face.
Or like the woman in the post office when I applied for my son’s passport
I seem to remember it only lasted 6 months.things do seem a lot more efficient - I remember that there used to be terrible panics, folk almost sleeping outside - I used to work with someone back in the 80s who knew someone who worked there. I seem to recall that he may have been a union activist and found that more stimulating than his job - I rather had the impression that there were a hell of a lot of strikes/go slows.
Of course you used to be able to wander into a post office and get a piece of paper called a British Visitors Passport with a nod from the person behind the glass with which you could then merrily bum around most of Europe.