Monday, December 08, 2003


Went to the American Embassy for a visa. It involved standing in the cold for forty minutes, more frantic queueing, a scramble for a stapler... and finally... a long talk with a stern lady in an embroidered jumper.

All went well until the following exchange:

"So, you're wanting a working visa for a Doctor Who Convention?"


"So you'll be interviewing medical professionals?"


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