David Cameron - My Fake Diary

Sunday, 3 October 2010

Cor, what a rotten day! Was-her-name with the puking baby put my jeans in the wash and they had my passport in them. Totally ruined and I've got to go to the states soon to do shopping and diplomacy and shit!

I had to go down to the passport office to get a new one. The Indian woman behind the counter told me that I needed a photo and some utility bills and stuff, so I had to go all the way home again. What a bummer!

When I got back Was-her-face said that we don't pay utility bills as the Home Office pay them apparently, so I dug out a pay-slip and my cycling proficiency card.
Asked Cleggy to sign the back of the photo but he said he wouldn't do it until we passed a bill over proportional representation. Wanker! anyway asked the rozzer who stands outside the door signed it for me.

Got back down to the passport office and when my number was called had the bad luck to go to the cubicle with the same sour-faced bitch as before. When she saw my pay-slip she made me wait six hours before issuing me with a new passport.

Still, at least it's out of the way now. Wonder what's for tea.