a cheery chat with the Border Guard
As we walked away from Newark immigration officer Mrs Bas remarked what a pleasant chap he was.
I did mention that wasn't polite conversation; it was gentle interrogation
LHR security DID piss me off when we, through no fault of our own, arrived at the gate with minutes to spare and were given a manual search. Two seventy-something ethnic Western Europeans - aye, right, they'll be the ones to watch
