Airport Security – Another Load Of Bollocks!
Airport security is one of my pet hates and I do anything to avoid flying. Travelling by Ferry to Continental Europe has always proved to be less hassle and more relaxing. Even Eurostar and the UK Government have managed to make travelling by train via the Chunnel almost as bad as flying.
Long haul flights are different there is no viable alternative. Terminal 5 at Heathrow is better than most and when I passed through on a Sunday evening recently there were surprisingly few passengers and check-in was very quick. Maybe people are being dispatched quicker so it seemed like less passengers because the Jumbo Jet I travelled on was full and it wasn’t the only flight that evening.
Possibly it was the appearance of fewer people that made it seem as if passing through security would be a bit smoother than my normal experience but that feeling didn’t last. Things went wrong in the relatively small area where the storm troopers oops immigration officials congregate with their scanning machines and petty rules.
The scanner that scans personal belongings is very modern and all silver and shiny. Everything must be put into grey plastic trays; electronic equipment, hand baggage, jacket, belt, coins and shoes. But there is no place to fill these trays other than on the moving conveyor belt. So you are temporarily parted from valuable electronic devices and any other treasures you may have in your bags while you remove your belt, shoes and anything else you may be required to surrender.
The result is that as other passengers do the same your trays become mixed going through the scanner. You then pass through the metal detector contraption and hope your gold teeth or the high iron content of your blood doesn’t set off the alarm.
I passed through without incident and started taking my things, the trays still moving towards the end of the conveyor where the empty ones disappear below and return to the start. They do stop if they contain anything but you don´t know this when youfirst use them.
Unfortunately an inconsiderate passenger left a pile of luggage on the floor in front of the conveyor preventing easy access to trays so I took my last tray off the belt and started to retrieve my smaller belongings such as my cash, mobile phone etc. Suddenly I heard a voice from behind telling me to put the tray back on the conveyor belt and as he obviously thought I wasn’t capable of completing such a simple task used his hand to give it a shove. The tray then shot off towards the hole at the end and I grabbed what I thought was my last item.
Did he tell the inconsiderate passenger to move his unattended baggage? NO! Did he stop to be spoken to or even help? NO! He just turned on his heels and swaggered away. What is it about some working-class people in uniform with a badge?
Did I take everything out of my last tray? No, I left my keys in the tray, house keys and luggage keys. I didn’t see them as the tray sped away. So now not only did I have to break into and ruin one of my bags but I have a problem, when I return to England, getting into my home.
The frightening thing is that had I challenged the ignorant bastard and expressed my concerns even without using such colourful language I would almost certainly been arrested under the anti-terror laws. And if I did the same in the United States I would be wearing one of those brightly coloured jumpsuits.
And orange doesn’t suit me!
For the definition of bollocks see “Airport Security What A Load Of Bollocks!”




