There's something, that in my jet-lagged state, I totally forgot to tell you about yesterday.

In the process of getting my plane at Denver International Airport, on Tuesday night, I was "specially selected" THREE TIMES at various points, to be specially searched and quizzed.

First it was my suitcase at check-in, where I had to walk with an elderly lady who pushed my case to the other side of Nebraska, to be X-Rayed. Oddly enough, they didn't find any bombs in it. She had to have a rest on the way back, such was her health condition. Something tells me that if I'd been an International Terrorist, I could just possibly have over-powered/out-run her.

Then going through the metal detectors, the fact that I had so many gadgets and wires in my hand luggage, meant that I was singled out for the entire contents of my bag to be emptied out and re-X-rayed, whilst I explained what each and every gadget does.

Then, as if that wasn't enough, I get to the actual gate, a mere 10 feet from the actual plane, and I'm pulled asside and asked to take off most of my clothes, whilst the pervs on security detail get to fondle me all over, including my genital area!. Whilst doing this, they also emptied out my hand luggage and checked it, despite my protestations that it'd been done a mere 50 feet earlier, and that I couldn't possibly have had time to manufacture a bomb in the meantime.

OK, so I'm a male travelling alone, and I'm under 50, but as profiling goes, that pretty much sucks. Perhaps it was the English accent (the "Shoe-bomber" was English), but really, do I look like a terrorist? No smartass comments needed on that one thank you.

Maybe given my blond hair and blue eyes, I could possibly look like one of the Bader-Minhoff (or however you spell it) terrorist group, but weren't they all arrested, or retired or something?

Then again, maybe it was my Hugo Boss aftershave, that made me so dammed alluring that even the most closeted of security guards couldn't resist a quick pat-down.