If someone gets their yah-yah's looking at my meat and two veg on a body scanner monitor then good luck to them. I'd rather be scanned and groped around the cods along with everyone else than run into trouble in mid-air.

In our flight from the UK to Chicago earlier this year it was the poor lady who, er, defecated in her seat mid-flight that took our mind off the problem. That and the huge thunderstom that closed O'Hare. And landing at Milwaukee as we were running out of fuel. All the while with the smell. Probably the only people who wanted to get off the plane more than us were the unfortunate lady and her husband.