my pink thinks

Gosh.. a mad week of travels has left me breathless. Passing through customs always reminds me of one of those confrontational moments I had a few years ago. I was stopped on my way out to Vienna by a vary hard nosed and rather belligerently butch security woman. She didn't have to dig far into my wheely bag to find handfuls of my sexy undies and quite deliberately made me unpack everything after establishing I was travelling alone. She was soooo vile to me, casting me dirty looks and going through my stuff like it was contaminated. It was plain she was one of these stone age misfortunates who seem to believe that a guy who wears frocks and panties is some sort of 'perv'!! Crazy!!!!

Practically everyone's met one of these cold bureaucrats at some time in their life. What I don't understand is how anybody can want to behave that way to other people.

I once watched in horror as a poor American was deported from Heathrow. The reason? He'd made a silly joke to a busybody custom's bitch about what was in his violin case. In a rather unfunny but harmless mock gangster voice he said,' Dat's my machine gun'. The nasty custom's lady immediately radio'd for armed support and they deported the guy. Like a broken dalek, she kept saying to him, ' I'm sorry, sir but you have indicated to me that you have weaponry concealed within your luggage. We have no choice but to deport you'. No choice??? Oh, come on!

In the case of my own spiteful old cow, I just refused to be intimidated. Even when she unfurled my dresses and examined them carefully one by one all the while tut-tutting loudly, I just smiled ever so mildly while I pictured her dressed in leather dominatrix gear. Ugh... soon I was the one tut-tutting!

ho-hummmm