With Marilyn being out all day yesterday at the referendum, I idly browsed through Youtube for something to watch with my lunch. I am a bit tired of Scott and Steve rabbiting on about day trips around the UK or Europe and finally settled on a few episodes of the UK version of Border Security.
It must be the easiest job in the world, manning the security desk at the airport, looking out for potential smugglers. In almost every case, the crook was a young man of Eastern European appearance, coming back from a weekend on the Costa del Sol or Grand Canaria, with three suitcases. Three suitcases? Why would you need 3 suitcases for a weekend on the beach? It's a dead giveaway.
The main issue for customs officials in the UK is stopping people from bringing in cigarettes. The usual modus operandi for the hapless crook is to go to on a weekend jaunt to a resort, buy the fags duty-free, fill three large suitcases and hope that nobody notices. Does it ever work? And think of the lack of job satisfaction for the Customs officials. What's the joy in looking forward to finding just one more collection of contraband cigarettes when your heart is set on hard drugs or smuggled weapons?
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