it did occur to me that instead of having ID cards and passports and other plain and awful carte d'indentite , a smashing alternative would be for every British citizen to have their own flag. Yep. absolutely your own. Fill a flag with your own uniqueness and loves in life. What Bliss. so picture the scenario; you are at the airport, going through the check in, and no need to fumble anymore in your top pocket for a dodgy little passport , as clever you, the day before you popped to Happy Snaps on the Gloucester road and got your flag printed on a tea shirt. So all you do is open your jacket, show your unique flag, and woosh, your through in a flash...
TMH opens his jacket, reveals a tight T which sports 3 interlocking woven hearts each delicately sewn with Chopard lockets containing teeny rose diamonds, the centre of which can be pressed to reveal some delicate Rachmaninoff . She would let him through immediately save that the buff guy 3 doors down in the queue is wearing a vaguely similar composition except that he Has Diana Dors encapsulated in his Hearts and the check in girl is wondering if they have swapped flags. a big hoo har ensues and we are back to passports faster than you can say Easter Bunny in a velvet Jacket.
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