Terrorists Are Bunch Of Irritating Killjoys
I'm back and this time it's personal. Terrorists and the war on terror are a pain in the arse. I hope the rumours are true and that gobshite Bin Laden is dead. I can't even begin to describe the wonderful array of Vodka I was unable to bring back from Poland because airport security is mental.
Honestly I'm close to tears as I write. Vodkas, hundreds of them all 80-100% proof, every flavour imaginable and ridiculously cheap and I wasn't even allowed to bring back so much as a miniature. Not even one purchased at the airport, unopened and harmful only to my liver. All I ask for is my annual chance to import cheap and exotic booze. Surely that is not unreasonably Utopian.
I hate airports at the best of times. Hideous places fully of 'little swastikas' -stand up, sit down, wait here, what's in your bag, who are you? Staffed by dog breathed fascists drunk on petty authority. As if all that wasn't bad enough they've got Police strutting about with guns. I realise there are a fair few nutters on the loose but I'd rather all the security stuff was done sneakily. Letting them see we're bothered only encourages the loons. In any case if I was a terrorist which I'm not, I'd just blow up the check in queue.
I will be putting my account of my Polish trip, including the rumble with the hoors up over at The Gyp shortly.