Yesterday a plane flew overhead, which is irrelevant in itself because I no longer fly to places. Since my dad passed away last year in England I no longer have to go places. My british passport has become irrelevant. I have a Swiss identity card which also serves the purpose to prove I am who I am.
Of course I am entitled to a new passport – no problem. Just request the documentation from the British Embassy in Bern. The documents arrive from the Swiss Consulate in Geneva, because Bern does not deal with such trivial stuff as a new passport. You discover that your new passport must be biometric, it has become an e-passport. The passport now shows personal details on the last page with a chip and antenna visible on the observations page according to instructions on the UK guidance page for biometric passports. I have not yet discovered why I need an antenna, perhaps E.T. (Angloswiss) can call home with it.
My last British passport expired 2 years ago and it used to be just a matter of signing on the dotted line and including a photo to replace it. Today, if I want a new passport I have to translate the instructions for taking the photo for the Swiss photographer in his studio as he does not understand or speak english as everything must be biometric. I have given up and who wants to go to England in any case. If I travel anywhere it is a neighbouring country by train and my Swiss identity card does the job nicely. The British passport is now irrelevant.
I now stay at home and take local walks in the countryside, although also not so much. I am waiting for the Autumn to arrive with all its colours, and then I will be out and about with the camera and my walking stick. That is another problem. Travelling far is no longer as simple as it was. I can do it of course, even with a walking stick. All those good looking guys in uniform at the airport are only too glad to help a golden oldie. That is, of course, relevant for me.
What more can I say on this subject, it has all become so irrelevant. So I leave you with one of my favourite songs sung in Swiss German by the group Taxi, “Campari Soda” telling of a flight when the passenger takes a Campari Soda on the plane. You will not understand the words, because they are singing in our Swiss German dialect. I understand it, and that is relevant. I just like the song. I hope you enjoy it all the same, even if few know what he is singing about. It is all so irrelevant I suppose.