When my wife flew back from London the other week she arrived at the boarding gate to be told that there was no record of her on the flight.
It turned out that the wrong name had been printed on her boarding pass. That means that she walked through at least two security check-points in Heathrow airport with a different name on her boarding pass than the one in her passport. In fact, it was a man’s name. Yet no one noticed.
PS Last night we went to see The Fallen Idol (1948) at Film Forum in the West Village. It’s an adaptation of a Graham Greene short story directed by Carol Reed (who also directed The Third Man). What a great film. Much more enjoyable than the overrated Match Point which we went to see the other night. Even better was the fact that the child star of The Fallen Idol, Bobby Henrey, was in the audience. He did a quick Q&A after the screening. Apparently, after the The Fallen Idol he went on to star in one more film called The Wonder Kid before giving up acting and becoming an accountant.
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