Tomorrow I’m flying to France. (To clarify for the benefit of our many pedantic readers, technically I’m not going to be the one doing the flying, I’ll be sitting on an aircraft (probably an Airbus A320) which will be the one doing the flying. I have a few talents but the ability to soar through the air (unless thrown from a cliff) is not one of them).
Anyway, pedantry aside, I’ll be flying to France from Edinburgh via Bristol and then back again on Monday. This means going through four sets of airport security in as many days. Therefore I’m organising a minor security sweepstake. A massive prize* will be awarded to anyone who guesses how many times I will be stopped by security as a result of carrying a tonne of the usual diabetes paraphernalia.
It really does vary. Most of the time I wander through security with nary a glance from the people behind the scanners, despite being loaded down with sharps and mysterious bottles of clear liquid. Either they see diabetic kit everyday and just ignore my stuff as they know exactly what it is, or security at British airports is really lax. I’m never quite sure which it is – hopefully the former.
However, there have been other times I’ve been stopped and searched, had my pump swabbed ad suspicious questions asked. Needless to say I don’t really mind. Compared to flying to Belfast in the 1980’s (which I did as an ‘unaccompanied minor’) security nowadays is lovely. I have happy memories of being interviewed each and every time I flew the Heathrow / Aldergrove route by Special Branch (they did this to every passenger to Belfast – it wasn’t just me) and being asked the reason for my visit, who I was staying with, etc. Given I was a ten year old school boy I’m still not sure what threat I posed. But there we are.
I’ve only been stopped once at Edinburgh, most times at Bristol airport and never at Toulouse so the sweepstake is wide open. Let betting commence!
* there isn’t actually a prize.