I have also been mistaken for a prostitute while travelling alone. Five times. All at locations I haven't needed my passport to get to. Once was at Corley services on the M6. Another was in Wales. My headshot doesn't give much away, so if you want to know what a Welsh prostitute looks like, you'll have to Google Image me.
Did you have time to read the book your film is about? Is that a serious question?! Not to mention the little rant the anchors went on after said interview - have a nap or drink a Red Bull - condescending much?
Perhaps we just scrap prison all together and kill anyone who breaks the law, saving on expensive admin. Here are some more innovative (ill thought out) ideas I've come up with to make prisons more effective and cheaper...
I'm not going to pontificate on the evils of technology because I'm even getting bored of myself going on about that. If people want to bubble-wrap themselves against the dangers and difficulties that make travelling such a beautiful thing then I say let them. I'll stick to the old fashioned way, one hand outstretched, a beer in the other and I'll probably start with something like "Hi".
I never had a grand plan. All I ever wanted was to amuse myself. Perhaps that's the best place to start. I ended up being highly amused on Twitter, the ultimate space for adults to play. Or as Alison Moyet once tweeted, "it's like knocking for your mates after tea."
Rarely a day goes by where I don't end up in a car park that looks like the scene from a disaster movie, where vehicles have been left abandoned. All it would need is for a few to still have doors open to round off the illusion that they were deserted by those attempting to flee the terror that was destroying the city behind them.
"Father, if you were going to kill someone, how would you do it?" asked the younger Pickwick daughter during lunch some weeks ago.