From the book:
I handed my brand spanking new passport with the obligatory awful black and white photo to the check-in lady. She flicked through the pages and then looked up at me: Dark hair, long and straight with a fringe; long face, but sparkly eyes (green); five-feet-nine and a half inches tall. It didn’t state slim and athletic with legs up to her armpits; wearing a blue and white pleated mini-skirt that barely peeped out from below a soft three-quarter length sheepskin coat – a fortune at £60 in those days. Nor did it mention white, knee-length ‘wet-look’ boots.