The terror of pesto

Wed, 21 Nov 2007 23:34:43 +0000

I'm back in the UK after spending a couple of days hanging out with my friends at Evectors; It's going to be good to be able to talk about what we've been up to.

While I was there Paolo recommended to me to buy some pesto he thought was very good, so I picked up a couple of jars and, packed them very carefully in my bag for the flight home.

Well I got stopped at the X-ray machine... "What's this Mr. Terrorist?" they said to me. "Pesto... that's like a liquid isn't it? You can't have those."

I wanted to say "It's pesto you dolt! How many fucking planes have been blown up with two jars of pesto?" But I'm not allowed to use a position of authority to bully people so I stuck with trying to persuade the nice officer that good pesto didn't deserve to go in a bin. But that's exactly where it did end up. I assume someone makes a nice living selling all this confiscated stuff.

What the fuck is wrong with us? Are we so scared that we accept this kind of raving bureaucracy? What next? I mean, I carry 8 pints of blood around with me... that's like a liquid too.

Watching old black & white films traveling by plane used to be so easy, such a pleasure. The government appear to be conspiring to make something magical into the most horrible fucking experience they can. Once again we pay for their bullshit rules, the many official hanger's about and armed police, all of the taking off of shoes and belts, and make sure you smile for the nice official.

And what's it all for?

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The terror of pesto