Voices: Passport chaos and broken holidays: Sorry, but this is the Brexit we voted for

I’ve still got, somewhere, my original black British passport. When it ran out, the passport office asked if I’d like the old one returned – to which I said yes, on sentimental grounds (so that I could wistfully lay my hands upon it and gaze back at the bewildered youth in the photograph who had no idea what life was going to hurl at him).

It’s a handsome thing, the old passport – if not the bewildered youth – made from cardboard that feels as strong as oak, and finished in a deep, almost glossy black, which gave