I once accidentally took a bullet through security. It was in my pocket along with my keys. I dumped everything from my pockets into the tray; the tray went through the x-ray machine; I picked everything up and carried on. Only when I got home and took out my keys did I notice the bullet. I'd just been taking part in a shooting competition in Canada, by the way. I don't normally carry ammo around. Of course, that was a long time ago. I also remember the day on a flight to Athens when my family was invited into the cockpit, mid-flight, to chat to the pilots. The pilot chatted to my dad and asked me to hold on tight to a particular control. I was pretty young, but not stupid and knew straight away that the thing was on autopilot and that the control was locked. And then there was the time at Geneva... We could go on all day with these stories.