Is That Good or Bad?

An interesting email sent on my Chorus' mailing list by one of the members (see below). Being French I have had an ID Card since my early teens I think (it was made for the occasion of a school day trip to a themed park in Germany. I have been carrying it all the time with me ever since (until I lost my wallet last year, that is when I did not bother to get a new one). When I am asked for ID in this country I am always a bit confused as to what I should show. An ID card just makes things easier I think.

After rushing around at the last minute as usual, I arrived at Gatwick for a flight home to Belfast. Standing in the queue to check in, I suddenly remembered I had forgotten to bring my passport. (Not legally required of course but merely as an identity check.) All I had with me was my London Gay Men's Chorus membership card which I proudly presented to the flybe.com girl on the desk. She looked at it carefully and then carried on with the check in.

Last year my LGMC card gained me entry to a private gentlemans club in Florida while others were being turned away for not having correct ID with them.

While I am in favour of National ID Cards, I take great comfort in the fact that my LGMC card has not failed me yet and shall continue to use it until the National Cards are introduced!

Iain
(Identified as a Second Tenor)

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