On Saturday morning I fly off to Togo for a week. I’m already dreading the time spent standing in security lines, taking my laptop out of my bag, removing my shoes and my belt and then trying to get everything repacked and reworn while a group of people shuffle around me. And we have this joy, not once, but twice! Thankfully, my first flight is from Southampton and not from the horror that is Heathrow, where the security queues can take hours.
This excellent piece did nothing to make me feel better about the silliness of so much airport security – but it’s a good read!