In reply to nniff:
> My favourite 'not allowed through here' are the armed policeman at Gatwick who was allowed to take a sub-machine gun, a pistol and ammunition through, but the yoghourt for his lunch.
NOT presumably?
> There is also the American security guard who removed an M16 from the hands of an Action Man on the grounds that imitation firearms were not permitted. If ever there was proof that security is wide open that, surely, is it.
How times have changed. I remember passing through Islamabad airport of all places, with an ice-axe in my hand luggage (as one does). The very smartly dressed Pakistani security officer must have had one of the first X ray scanners, because this strange shape looking like an axe came up in it. Could I please open my luggage I was asked in a grave voice, as it looked as though it had an axe in it. I did as asked.
"Ah sir, that is why it looks like an axe. It is one. Thank you, now please pack it up again"
Again I complied and carried it into the departure lounge.
On the way out, we had tried to get all sorts of things such as empty gas canisters, bits of gear, ice screws and even a stove. The security staff (who, coincidentally, at the time of IRA bombings, all seemed to be Irish), were laughing by the time the last of us came through (deafening the rest of the passengers with the thump of our high altitude boots on the floor), more or less playing a game to see what ELSE we might be carrying. But they let it all through apart from a gas canister or 2.
Happy days, I wouldn't try that now. Though I did relatively recently go through Lyon airport with a (forgotten), ice-screw in my bag. We had been climbing roadside ice that morning, I was wearing the same sack and had put a screw in one of the waist pockets. On this being discovered, I was rather flustered and announced to the security guard that it was a "brioche" (a sort of French pastry, rather sickly), rather than a broche, the French word for an ice screw. I claimed, with actions, that one inserted it into ice.
He appeared firmly convinced that I was mad, but harmless eccentric Englishman mad rather than kill-everyone Jihadi mad, told me not to do it again and went off to give a body-search to an 18 year old, rather lightly clad, French girl.
Not sure I would try it again intentionally though.