Yet another thing that makes me wish I was still living in Paris. Thank God Bondi's so beautiful.
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I find it ironic that the only time I intensely dislike the UK is when I'm entering it.
I love this place. I love living here. And I hope to for a very long time. To assist with that, I have a five year visa firmly, and legally, planted in my passport.
And yet. And yet. I continue to be treated like a piece of shit every time I return to London after a trip away.
To today's Customs man who talked to me like I was scum and interrogated me in some apparent attempt to make me crumble and confess that I'd illegally created my visa with my own scrapbooking kit at home and UHU-ed it in on the weekend (you got me!), you, and many of your colleagues, are a fucking disgrace to this beautiful nation.
Yes, I realise this happens in other countries. Yes, I realise there are people who take the piss which make it harder for the rest of us. But, if I have a visa from the UK government in my passport, surely I can be treated a little bit more nicely?
Also, HSBC? Your Your View campaign? Please. I'm begging you. For the love of god. Move on.