Stressful Times…

July 9, 2014 at 6:34 pm 2 comments

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So is this how it is all going to end?

Either I am going to fall prey to some rogue “loose cannon” bearded teenage Jihadist from Cardiff returning from the Caliphate. Or, I am destined to be forcefully taken down at gunpoint by a SWAT team at some airport and serve out my time at Guantanamo…….because my iPhone battery ran out.

Apple must be very scared at the moment. iPhones are not renowned for their battery life and face the prospect of being used by the more litigious amongst us who might fall prey to the new anti-terror security checks. The checks require that laptops, tablets and phones, in fact ALL electrical equipment (cameras, irons, shavers, hair curlers, etc.) in carry-on luggage be powered up. Otherwise, the passengers will not be allowed to travel, or the equipment will be confiscated – it can be collected upon return or couriered to an alternative address.

What? I would not like to work in the left-luggage department at Manchester airport. It is going to be full of suspect explosive devices. And, the risk profile of your average courier driver has just got significantly worse.

I mostly travel on business. When I travel on business I try to avoid having to check anything into the hold. That means that all of my electrical equipment joins me on board. I typically travel with two laptops, one iPad, and an iPhone. None are particularly impressive when it comes to batteries. And my beard trimmer’s battery dies if you just look at it…..

So, the future looks bleak. Long queues at airport security with the potential for missing flights, regular trips to collect confiscated equipment, or death by Jihadist……

Stressful times. Travel safe everyone.

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Sleep well our friend. Shame on you Russia….

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  • 1. sooocheshire  |  July 9, 2014 at 6:49 pm

    Imagine the stress of landing at Sydney airport, after 28hrs of flying economy, due to meet the love of my lif in Arrivals, having no mobile phone power left whatsoever and THEN being diverted into the Naughty Queue by airport security for carrying contraband cigarettes (= any more than one packet -ONE packet!). Only form of communication was a kind of half sobbing, apologetic telepathy.

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  • 2. Middle Man  |  July 9, 2014 at 7:55 pm

    Oh Sooocheshire (is your “o” key sticky?) that must have been stressful. But, I suspect even more stressful for the “love of your lif” who was waiting for you and, in the absence of any other information, must have assumed you’d stood him up or gone MH370 on him……. 😉

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