So picture the scene, you're getting a bit fed up with being stripped, prodded, probed and herded through customs and a sound or flash sets off a touch of Tourettes (commonly known as sagurettes) and you release the "B" word [come to think of it customs would have field day with someone with Tourettes and that persons affliction might have discovered nirvana]. And the customs people ask you to repeat what you said. What do you do? Not what this guy did apparently:
Lucky was the lady who was queuing up behind me when they took away my little pair of fold-up key-fob scissors (silly me for forgetting that they were dangerous), when she said quietly that they thought I was going to stab someone with them, and giggled. She might have risked being probed for that comment.
A man who looked like a larger version of Charles Clarke appeared, loomed over me and demanded that I repeat what I had just said. I did so. Did I detect the traces of a smile around the edges of his mouth? Then he asked me to tell him, for a second time, exactly what I had said. I did. Daily Wail
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