The Christian O'Connell Breakfast Show, Melbourne's Gold 104.3.

Jack's been looking for his passport. You've found your passport now.

Passport is found. It was in the laundry.

I call this great email. What a great subject heading as well.

Cursed international travel documents.

This is from Richard, a late to the party.

Late to the party.

Christian, I've got a late to the party about losing your passport.

My passport slash any passport I have is cursed and is doomed never to fulfill its lifespan.

In the last seven years, I have had, count them, four different

passports. The first came to an untimely end when I lit some scented candles to mask my sweaty,

wet, smelling clothes. After training, I had a lady visitor to Jew. The candle melted through the

plastic drawers with the passport inside,

set fire to them and set fire to the curtains. The fire was hastily extinguished. It doesn't

say anything here about what happened to the lady visitor. The house was in mine and a friend

had let me stay in their room over the summer. I repainted, and they still don't know, to this day.

The flat was burnt down.

The second less dramatic one was eaten by a small fish on free say.

I was late after.

Oh, no.

The third passport was lost to the rubbish when my wife, he's now married,

he's moved on with the lady, he could be the lady.

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