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A few days ago I had a quick trip to London. On the way back I was patted down by the security at Gatwick for beeping through the metal detector (it was my shoes). Standing in front of me, the guard asked, “do you have anything sharp on you?” My immediate response was to say, “only my razor-sharp wit,” as if they haven’t heard that one a million times before. Instead, I just said “no.”