How bad can that be?... Some just stand and stare in bewildered amusement, others try to silently ignore in denial of a witnessed injustice.
First
passenger to arrive in plenty of time to embark upon the Eurostar .
Proud owner of the new bio metric passport. Did I really have a choice
if I wished to travel at all. If ever I return to U.K. it will likely be
as a pedestrian, on foot across a frozen English Channel. That would
save me from further potential persecution , public humiliation and
targeted abuse. It was a real trouble to get the ticket home, the point
of my journeying was overshadowed ,my benign personal mission wholly
obstructed , sabotaged in effect. One wonders why.
Having
stood at the front of the queue for nigh on half an hour before all
other potential passengers and many of the morning staff, as you may
have witnessed. The line was ushered through the control gates. I was
Immediately singled out by a French steward, that I may not enter. The
other people waived ahead of me. ...
The
message loud and clear from the obstructing functionary. "Only people
with tickets are allowed to travel on the Eurostar train." I was stunned
and somewhat hurt. Producing my ticket from my coat. with audible
objection caused a small distractive circus of drama. Not to my best
liking, I asked the usher how she may have divined that the other people
in the line must by her undoubted proffered rationale all were in
possession of a ticket, observing that most kept their tickets and
passports securely out of sight, until entering the barriers. My right
of passage appeared to have been reinstated, without an explaination as
to why I should have been singled out. Waive along with a kurt
"sorry",one wonders how sneaky and dishonest one must look to the
corporate all seeing eye that a low grade functionary should appear to
act with such irrational and unnatural prejudice.Whatever is your take
on the incident is beyond me to know. Memorably on topic , you mentioned
you would be a bit short this week. It would account for the shortfall
in your curiosity as to what was happening to your father. Normally your
six feet ten inches height would afford a grandstand overview.
Beyond
the threshold of the ticket barrier, I was on my own. There is more to
the story, front and back of this snippet. I will copy and paste this on
my blog as a precursor to expanding the narrative. I wont be returning
to U.K. now son. If there is any good we might do together it will have
to be accommodated in the Izdom of Iz. You can keep up with this here
yarn in further postings on my blog.
Some
images from the smiling side of the ordeal. What happened on breaching
the dragon's lair ? Wait and see. See you son. Love, your grumbling
giffer, Reinold.
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