Back in October 2009, on the subject of the all-seeing airport security scanners, I said:
They insist that the images will only be viewed by one person, and that it is impossible to copy or store them. I'll give it a handful of months before there's an unpleasant incident involving howls of mirth being heard emanating from behind the control room door
So, imagine my smuggery at reading today's BBC News report slugged Heathrow Airport worker warned over Body Scanner misuse.
A Heathrow Airport security guard was given a police warning after he was allegedly caught staring at images of a female colleague in a body scanner.
Read the full story here, but essentially it seems that a female security guard walked through the scanner and one of her male colleagues piped up with some unwanted comments. The precise wording is not disclosed but, I fancy, may well have run roughly along the lines:
"By jove, Missus, you don't get many of them to the pound, and may I say the old puppies' noses are in sparkling form this fine Spring morning!". (Actual wording may vary. Terms & Conditions apply.)
Doesn't this rather blow a hole in the assurances that the people viewing the detailed images would be (a) in a remote location; and (b) not able to see the real person whose naked image they have on screen?
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
DJ Torture
Wandering the streets of Soho last night, I happened upon this sign outside a local venue:
Now, I know some live DJs can be irritating, but surely this is excessive? Perhaps this is a sign of how man's intrinsic capacity for inhumanity to man evolves. It's 24 years since The Smiths cried Hang the DJ, but at least they were proposing a reasonably quick way out for the poor sod. Here we are in 2010 and £1 lets you join the queue to skewer the turn.
I may be desperate for a gig, but I don't think I'll be applying there just yet!
Now, I know some live DJs can be irritating, but surely this is excessive? Perhaps this is a sign of how man's intrinsic capacity for inhumanity to man evolves. It's 24 years since The Smiths cried Hang the DJ, but at least they were proposing a reasonably quick way out for the poor sod. Here we are in 2010 and £1 lets you join the queue to skewer the turn.
I may be desperate for a gig, but I don't think I'll be applying there just yet!
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