Thu 17 Aug 2006
OK, I’ll say it. I haven’t seen it said anywhere else, but all that means is that I’ve probably missed it, but I’ll say it anyway.
Hands up, everyone who thinks this whole Liquids On A Plane business smacks of nothing more serious than someone – either would-be terr’ust or “security” “professional” – having watched Die Hard III too many times.
I’ve got my hand up.
I knew it sounded like a movie plot, but you’re the first one I’ve seen to identify the movie.
Someone needs to get these motherfucking liquids off this motherfucking plane.
In truth it seems halfway between Die Hard II and Die Hard III, so I guess it’s Die Hard II.V.
Also, seriously, you must finish your travelogue. I am a sucker for other people’s vacations. I am jonesing.
I think the solution is obvious, really. Anyone who wants to travel by air must submit to mummification.
And imagine the fuel we wouldn’t waste by carting around all those extra pounds!
I’m firmly in the camp thinking that clearly all planes must stop carrying flammable liquids. Admit it, a solid-rocket powered airplane would be serious comedy.
V2 rockets for everyone!