Stop ‘n’ Search
I had fun last night. No, not that sort, something far better. I went to one of the live shows of Welcome to Nightvale (if you’re not familiar with it then, frankly, you should stop reading this right now and go and get caught up, it should only take about 24 hours!)
Don’t believe me, here’s a very blurry photo of the event:
On the way in we had to shuffle single file through the doors and present our tickets. It was only as we passed through the doors that two thoughts occurred to me:
“Hmm, I wonder if they’re going to do bag searches?”
And,
“Oh fuck I hope they’re not doing bag searches!”
A quick mental inventory revealed that yesterday, or indeed on most days of the week, my normal bag, the one I take to the office and that sits under my perfectly normal desk, will contain (amongst other things):
- Mini A to Z of London
- painkillers
- condoms
- 2x erotica novels (sometimes more)
- Instructional book(s) on shibari
- 1x rope (10m braided hemp)
This may seem like an unnecessary set of stuff to lug around most of the time but, as the old Tom Lehrer song goes, be prepared!
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