As the song goes...
"me and....my shadow"
well lets see where do I begin...
I guess two days ago would be best, the day I thought I lost my passport
(I cant stress on the word "thought" more) here I was all ready to travel to this new place with my hat and a dream of a better tomorrow. So I had a very packed day from scanning my passport to doing loads of bank work and just enjoying the days that maybe my last in the land of the queen that i had called my new home and now wonder...anyway back to me and my passport day
So here I am scanning my passport in a pound cybercafe shop smiling at the 5 pounds I saved from not scanning it at the other shop but instead finding this cybercafe and mentally telling myself DONT FORGET YOUR PASSPORT HERE! so after scanning the passport and deleting any cashe memory on that pc and went to shop in surbiton, bought myself a nice sandwich some 'millionaire desert' (dont ask) and a bottle of milkshake to enjoy by the thames, then i bought a nice bottle of red (which was suppose to be middle and not full bodied!) following that i walked to the thames and had my lunch by the thames , enjoying the beautiful afternoon with queen's swans (stop terf!) after that I dropped by my ol place checked for mail and walked to Kingston to do my bank work (the bank took too long so couldnt meet up with vin and jas), went to the Stupid Visa Card stop, yup my name for this travel visa card to top it up (another painful story for another day) well finished that and was getting to late for the drinking session with the gang.
So finally came back to vin's place and unpacked everything and THEN yes THEN i see i dont have my passport with me (not in my 9.99 pounds killer cargo pants or in my excellent demin jacket and not in my faithful new knapsack) all hell breaks loose literally, a million and one things running through my head above and beyond the look on vins face ;) So a dash, a run, a sprint to the cybercafe, frighten to death the poor gal that was chatting with God knows who on the PC i was using but nope not there (freaking out more) (ok lots more) asking the dumb founded indian dudes behind the counter on where is my passport...who gives a shit was their expression and im like...ahhhhhhhhh anyway fine shit happens off to the police station it is. Just my luck. At the station there is only one counter with one desperately seeking dude chatting up this gal who like lost God knows what, well here I am trying desperately to indicate to the guy that I am here sweating buckets on the fact that my passport has got stolen and God knows what is going to happen to my dream that looks like is ending before it even begun. Finally the gal leaves the counter but wait, it looks like she forgot something or another in her car that is like parked at the end of the moon, so i wait...and wait and wait a bit more when she finally returns and chats a bit more with the nice copper before leaving and my turn is now...I run to the counter and make the report and hoping to the Gods that someone actually left my passport there...unfortunately no...
so i call my mates and tell them the drinks are off, i call vin and tell him the situation (he kindly informs me that it will take up to 6 months to sort out my passport in the UK) and yup...stop smiling vin...tells me to retract my whole day which i said you must be kidding nevertheless did anyway
And guess what...in the wine shop someone had handed in my passport to the counter and yes that was the same bottle I had the last glass of today
A toast to the queen,
