Under the guise of ‘passengers do not like the traditional pat down search’, they have installed x-ray scanners which will reveal not only what you had for breakfast, perchance it involved a sodium phosphate laxative, but also a neat outline of your true gender – cue complaints from all those transgendered individuals who happily troll from Canal Street to Ibiza rave-ups via Manchester airport in the latest ‘Top Shop’ haute couture – it will also home in on your ‘Prince Albert’ ring and those expensive breast implants still burning a hole in your credit card.
I can see clearly now – several interesting ‘uman rites’ claims looming at the ECtHR as ‘Doris’ – whose partner already has a claim pending for equality of pension rights, claims an infringement of ‘her’ right to a family life when Tracey left her after the scanning officer said ‘Morning Ma’am! – sorry Sir!