Ah the good ol' days

I’m still working on the Soho chapter, though I’m at the tail end of it now, the part where I arrive in Saudi Arabia for Christmas. I’d forgotten just how draconian the Saudi customs can be. While one customs dude was pawing my computer magazines looking for naked women, another handling the other line went nuts because some guy had wrapped Christmas presents in his luggage. “Whiskey!” the guy shouted, ripping open one of the packages. Turned out to be a box of liqueur chocolates. “Whiskey! Whiskey!”. My guy found an “offensive” picture in my computer magazine, took out his big black magic marker and went to town.

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