passport 28 May 2010
I went through immigration at Dublin airport tonight in the company of the wonderful Keith Duffy of BOYZONE and CORONATION STREET – oh yes, my friends, I can name drop with the best! – he was a lot more organised than me and had the passport ready at the picture page etc (you know the drill) and when I started shuffling for mine, the lovely female policewoman (we call her a Garda in Ireland) said ‘you’re alright’ and waved me on just as I got the thing open and in front of her…I moved on, as instructed, and heard a man behind me say ‘if I pretend I’m Pauline McLynn, can I whizz through too?” AAWWWW. Can I assure all that I really did show her the photo etc on my passport, it was TIGHT is all, and I think (THINK) she might have trusted who I was…but it didn’t come to that and who knows? As I wrote before here, it ain’t always that way – there was the man Garda who insisted I stood for ages as he checked my photo against me before letting me ‘enter the country’ and when I looked back the man behind me said ‘welcome home’…
