Gatwick Airport, a wet Thursday in late November, 2010.
Tim and Beryl Hall are shuffling towards Security, an hour and a half after arriving by coach, and an hour and a half before their flight to Malaga, on the Costa del Sol.

Tim: “Look Beryl what’s that commotion ahead?”
Beryl: “Heavens, police are trying to arrest a woman, she’s wearing a long grey raincoat.”
Tim: “I hope she’s not a suicide bomber.”
Beryl: “They’re leading her away, maybe she was trying to jump bail or something.”
Tim: “You’re never sure now are you, whether people who are arrested are really criminals, or just unlucky, or disliked by people in High Places, or have just made a mistake like filling in a form wrongly, or not filling in a form. Well it’s not us anyway.”
Beryl: “Pick up your bag, the queue’s moving again.”

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