I am a 65-year-old frequent flyer, with very few hangups about having to undergo security procedures before embarking.
But if a certain middle-aged security operative at LGW north terminal gropes my genital again on the pretence of "frisking me" I will scream (yes, scream) blue bloody murder.
The last time he did that (27 December 2009, 07:15 a.m.) I glanced towards his security clearance badge. He immediately covered it with his hand, telling me that his name was "privileged and confidential information".