So, I've applied for my 'first adult passport'. All good, huh? Yeah, take the piss if you must! Anyway, the law in the UK regarding people applying for their first passport aged 16 and over must now have an interview to prove their identity. This is relatively new, and I was not aware that I would have to go for this interview seeing as it was not so long ago pretty much my entire family applied for their passports and got them.
I, however, have been singled out by the tightening claws of the British Government! That, or I just applied a little too late.
I'm not looking forward to it, even though it will be straight forward. I hate interviews or anything of the like where they probe you with questions. Knowing me I will completely cock up, forget everything I know about myself and my family and get rejected, with a "You're a fucking fruad!" stamp on my forehead.
It was quite funny. I had a letter saying that I had to go for this interview, but hadn't had the time to ring them up. I then get a phone call from one of my brothers saying that he's taking me. I had to ask him where exactly he was taking me. He told me, so I then told him I wasn't aware there was a time for this interview. I then find out my dad had rang up for me. Ha!
So yeah, Monday coming I am off to Bristol for my interview. I can't wait. Joy!