Dick Athlon asks Auntie Jean:
Auntie Jean,
I am a British Spy and I am trapped in a padlocked sports bag. I was having a bath while locked in my diplomatic bag as usual.
The apartment steward unexpectedly came into my flat and took the bag (with me inside it) to Heathrow airport. I think I am in the luggage hold of a plane in mid flight.
My phone battery is almost depleted. On looking through a pinhole I can see luggage bound for Gibraltar.
I fear for the worst Auntie Jean. No one dare open the Diplomatic Bag that I am trapped in.
Am I doomed Auntie Jean?
Auntie Jean replies:
Not at all Dick
If indeed you are bound for Gibraltar you will find that the Spanish customs are manned by the S.S. (Spanish Security) and normally tear open Diplomatic Bags with great vigour You may be tortured a little but they can't kill you nowadays.
Good luck!
Auntie Jean
