oggbashan
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Rj, the opposite of doff is, of course, don;
don(1) - noun 1. a Spanish nobleman or gentleman - used as a title prefixed to the Christian 2.a. archaic: a person of consequence: GRANDEE b. a head, tutor, or fellow in a college of Oxford or Cambridge
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When my father was in charge of an Admiralty establishment in Gibraltar, he had a special silver pass (like a free entry visa) to enter Spain. On it he was described as 'El Senor Don...'.
There were 12 such silver passes and 3 golden passes. The golden passes were for the Governor (and Joint Forces commander), the Port Admiral, and the Air Officer Commanding.
Whenever one of the passholders wanted to enter Spain, the commander of the Gibraltar border guard would telephone the commander of the Spanish border guard to advise that a passholder was on the way.
For a silver passholder the Gibraltar Border Guards would parade outside their post and salute. The Spanish Border Guards would do the same. There were no customs or border checks for passholders.
For a golden passholder the Gibraltar Border Guards ought to parade with a military band and play the National Anthem followed by the Spanish National Anthem while the passholder saluted, then inspected the guard. The Spanish Border Guards would be expected to assemble their band and play the Spanish National Anthem followed by the British National Anthem, then the passholder should inspect the Spanish troops.
However, General Franco's Spain did not recognise Gibraltar as a UK possession. (Spain still doesn't!). It would have caused a diplomatic incident if a golden passholder had insisted on the correct protocol (and also be a real nuisance because military bands aren't normally present at border crossings).
So, if any of the three golden passholders actually wanted to visit Spain, they would do it incognito by borrowing a silver pass. So when the Gibraltar border guard telephoned their Spanish colleagues to say that a silver passholder was coming, the Spanish didn't know whether it was a lower-ranking officer, or a golden passholder pretending not to be.
As a small boy, I enjoyed the spectacle of my father's car being saluted by both the British and the Spanish and the special dispensation of being able to drive right past the queues on either side of the border, driven by 'El Senor Don...'.