I love airports, the buzz and the excitement of travel, to and fro, there and back. And I hear Heathrow has just installed these scanners (see pictures aside) where we can be body
scanned and I like that too. In fact I demand my picture when next I go, especially since I have been spending so much time in the gym, for I will not look like this for ever - indeed, I don't want my picture in twenty years time, best get it over with now. But the thing that escapes me here is why they have their hands in the air, like they are already arrested terrorists. I mean I would like one hand on my hip and the other waving in a camp manner while I am saying, "hello sweetie". That would confuse the poor policemen and they wouldn't know whether to tune into racism or homophobia or both. But of course I do them down unnecessarily - only a bit off ribaldry. This morning I was reminded of Erik Satie, whose music I adore and so, since we are in a black and white picture mode, here is a little black and white film too.
