A memory a day - 40 - Lighting up Linate

About 16/17 at Linate Airport, Milan about to board the plane back home after spending time at my dads in Italy. I've already by this point been told I should scrub my fully gothed up face, been called Bustina Gob Vomit and asked why the hell I should be dressing for a funeral by a very unhappy with my teenage style choices, father!

I naively couldn't see what on earth the problem would be with taking my bullet belts and gun lighter through customs. In hindsight it isn't so surprising that officers were horrified and that lovely lighter never did make it to Blighty