MY FELLOW passengers to Luton will be pleased that I was carrying nothing more sinister than a computer, camera and cassette recorder (plus a litre of highly corrosive Albanian brandy) in my cabin baggage. The door to immigration and security at Corfu airport was closed when my flight was called. Not wanting to miss another plane, I pulled it open and began to walk through. I expected to be apprehended by the three officials who were enjoying a cigarette break, but they made no effort to check either me or my bag. I wonder what else got through?

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