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Today I travelled to London for an appointment at the US Embassy to try and get a travelling visa. Whilst waiting for my turn, a loud, american announcement blared out from the tannoy exclaiming "Attention, move away from the windows immediately and take cover. Move away from the windows and take cover. This is not a joke. This is not a joke." Not exactly what you want to hear in such a place. We followed the orders none the less and stood about for a few minutes, unable to leave. The staff didn't know what was going on but that it was no false alarm. Having been aware of the ongoing escalating friction between Iran and the US but having not really been following it closely over the past 12 hours, it did cross my mind whether world war III was commencing, which was a scary thought. Then my thoughts turned to my bag, which I had stashed outside in a bush because on the website it said that bags were not allowed, even though loads of people had bags. Surely it wasn't that, but because we were banished from the windows I couldn't know for sure. In the end it turned out that some nutter had tried to force his way in to the embassy down stairs before being swiftly dived on by the security and then the police. To top off what was a thrilling episode, I was told that I was allowed into the states, despite having an old, lingering and in my opinion unjust criminal record. Unfortunately there was one casualty, dry Jan. 

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I got more than I bargained for at the US Embassy in London

Today I travelled to London for an appointment at the US Embassy to try and get a travelling visa. Whilst waiting for my turn, a loud, american announcement blared out from the tannoy exclaiming "Attention, move away from the windows immediately and take cover. Move away from the windows and take cover. This is not a joke. This is not a joke." Not exactly what you want to hear in such a place. We followed the orders none the less and stood about for a few minutes, unable to leave. The staff didn't know what was going on but that it was no false alarm. Having been aware of the ongoing escalating friction between Iran and the US but having not really been following it closely over the past 12 hours, it did cross my mind whether world war III was commencing, which was a scary thought. Then my thoughts turned to my bag, which I had stashed outside in a bush because on the website it said that bags were not allowed, even though loads of people had bags. Surely it wasn't that, but because we were banished from the windows I couldn't know for sure. In the end it turned out that some nutter had tried to force his way in to the embassy down stairs before being swiftly dived on by the security and then the police. To top off what was a thrilling episode, I was told that I was allowed into the states, despite having an old, lingering and in my opinion unjust criminal record. Unfortunately there was one casualty, dry Jan.

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Ben J

Where are you planning on visiting in the states? If you happen to come through Kentucky, I got you

geowizard

West coast van trip baby. Me and Verity. Will be posting lots of updates / vids on Patreon. Thanks for the offer though, maybe some other time!

Matt

What was the criminal record for? Go on... don’t tease!

Caleb Rinard

I thought you were referring to someone abstinent from alcohol named Jan.

Unlikely To Help

Good thing it wasn't your bag, also, I wouldn't be too worried about any sort of WWIII (probably an optimistic statement).

geowizard

A stupid drunken brawl when I was 21, nothing serious but annoyingly it's followed me around.

geowizard

You're half right, it's my mate Jan who's got a really dry sense of humour

geowizard

Yeah you;re right, but your mind can't help but think of such things when something like that happens!

Nora Sander

I wonder how often things like that happen in an embassy. Especially in those circumstances right now the stuff has to be tense as hell during such announcements.

Robin Taillaert

you wouldn't be British without a record for a drunken brawl

Sam Wiström

Bit late to the party but I thought dry Jan was an english term for dry underwear, meaning Tom shat himself.