Well, a woman becomes hysterical* on an intercontinental flight and everyone panics - wall to wall TV coverage throughout the day (the ones I saw, anyhow) and it turns out she was only claustrophobic, carrying hand cream and matches. Bloody hell - vaseline grounds a plane?

Still, it makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside knowing that people are waiting hours extra to be searched and the bloody staff can't even find that sort of thing in a purse... useless buggers.

I don't know - I figure if you convince people they could die at any time in a horrendous unparalleled terrorist attack then, what the hell do you expect? Scare someone enough often enough and they'll go nuts.

On another slightly related note - what the hell was going on down at the corner of my street last night? A police cordon; crying bystander - odd?

Dave xx

*Maybe she was just forced to watch The Producers as the in-flight movie?

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