Why not? If I understand correctly, he's launching a Franco-Australian commercial venture, and it appears that this image would make a good background for his business card. I'm happy to think that my ancient passport can be recycled in this way.To my mind, by way of a comparison, bequeathing old passport images to an Aussie entrepreneur is far more fun than donating body organs... particularly since the fellow in question has already sent me lovely photos of his wife and himself, their son and his French fiancée, and he has promised to send me his future visiting card. Truly, you can't expect to get such feedback when you bequeath a liver or some such meaty thing. Besides, I admire the imagination of a guy who's thought of a way of taking advantage of the passport stamps of a complete stranger such as me, who isn't even a spectacular globetrotter!
In fact, since I've hung on to all my old documents, I can now offer pages of antiquated passport stamps for people who might need business cards for activities in, say, Greece or Israel, not to mention Sweden, the UK and even the Kuwaiti petrol port of Mina Al Ahmadi.
Talking of passports, I have an appointment next Wednesday at the town hall of St-Marcellin (the famous cheese town) to obtain my first French passport, described as biometric... which means that the portrait and finger prints will be digitized. While awaiting next week's appointment, I've sent off an email to the French prime minister requesting the right to include my genealogical DNA data in my future French passport. To my mind, this perfectly public data would be so much more appropriate than a simple trivial mention of the color of my eyes... which, incidentally, I've never fathomed.
Meanwhile, the official website of the French ministry of Foreign Affairs has decided to inform visitors that they can henceforth dance in France in an old-fashioned manner, in riverside establishments known as ginguettes.
[Click the image to visit the French government website, to see what it's all about.]If ever you were visiting France, and you wanted to dance by the riverside, and you needed some kind of convincing visual document to gain entrance, just drop me a line, and I'll send you images of one of my old passport pages. Normally, it should suffice to tell the guy at the gate of the guinguette that you're a compatriot and a friend of William.
Haven't you got a stamp to get out of here?
ReplyDeleteSomething I could use to go to Switzerland tomorrow and to Australia or Canada, once I'm retired?
Unfortunately I don't have any contacts in Switzerland, not even with bankers. Concerning Australia, though, I think the best solution would be marriage. If you were interested in this approach, then I'm prepared to put up a notice on my blog. This could work, because Antipodes is read by quite a few Australians, and some of the male readers are no doubt fine fellows with whom you would surely discover an affinity. And I don't need to remind you that all these Aussie chaps have the fragrant aroma of warm sand.
ReplyDeleteCorina: You could try this website of The Sydney Morning Herald.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your advice, William. I'll think about it.
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