Do you know her in Genoa?

Security was tight at the yard, it being a naval construction yard you can kind of appreciate the need in these troubled times. In order top be issued with a day pass one has to email a copy of one’s passport a couple of days in advance along with copies of the employers details, insurance and proof of employment. That’s step one.
On arrival at the yard gate one’s normally met by a long slow moving queue of forlorn looking individuals who have the same mission as yourself, to be let in so they can start work, it’s painful to say the least.

Once at the security point (and god help you if you slide their window back in order to see who you’re talking to and to be able to pass the relevant bits through) you hand over your passport and business card, in return you are issued with a magnetic day pass and a sponsors form which must be signed before you can get your passport back. Then, hooray, you may enter.

It was a busy but ultimately successful day and at around seven in the evening I presented myself and the pass at the security desk and asked for my passport back. But….oh no….sin of sins, I’d forgotten to get the sponsor form signed. All a very big kerfuffle indeed, no form no passport. Problems then.
I decided to lie, to lie in full turbo, on my mum’s life your honour, blagging mode.

“You didn’t give me a form this morning, it was busy and you must have forgotten”.

“Ok” he said without argument, “here’s your passport”.

There’s a moral in the story there but I can’t help feeling it isn’t a good one.

Quirky world we live in when it comes to air travel. The return fully flexible economy class airfare between LGW and Genoa (on BA) is dearer than the fully flexible business class airfare. Sorted, guess which one old allatsea chose. Even quirkier, the taxi fares this trip were greater than the business class air fare. There’s a lesson there somewhere, too.

From the turret window here at allatsea towers, overlooking the blue flag jewel that is Westbrook Bay, a strange sight was beheld this fine October morning. Peeps in swimming. Yeppy yes, swimming in the sea, in October. Crikey.

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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