Sexism and security at Sharm airport

As we wait to have hand luggage checked we are told to get into two queues: male and female.
 
The men are asked to start up their computer, tablets smartphone and cameras..
 
There is no such check for women.
And I am carrying an iPhone, ipad and camera- all the mechanics, except one, for making a bomb.
 
No wonder aviation experts are saying we need more than theatre security.
 
Once on board the captain kept reassuring us of all the enhanced security in place like a third pilot plus an extra engineer. How this helps if there is a bomb on board remains unclear.
The luggage hold we are told was sealed in the UK and has not been opened i.e. tampered with.
 
The captain added by way of extra reassurance:“and we would not be on this flight ourselves unless we were sure it was safe.”
(“Methinks he doth protest too much” – Twelfth Night)
 
 
The elephant in the room
I have been struck throughout this “holiday” by the way officials avoid using the word bomb or terrorist.
 
Our hotel rep kept referring  to it as an “evolving experience”.
 
Our luggage we were told, “will be making its own way back home in a few days” –no explanation why we have been parted from it.
 
So it was a surprise to be confronted by a big notice (see extra photo) on arrival at Sharm airport that people making derogatory remarks about bombs could be liable to 5 years in jail.
 
Warning. Persons making in appropriate comments concerning hijacking carriage of weapons or explosives may be prosecuted
Penalty 60 months imprisonment”
 
I kept trying to spot the men from MI5 whom the nice Mr. Cameron sent out to protect us then realize I have no idea what a secret agent looks like.
M claims he saw lots of them.
 
Surprisingly the check in procedures go smoothly – how useful it is is another matter.
 
Two thirds of us are already on the plane when they decide to step up security.
 
An hour later the remaining passengers join us.
A young woman sits
next to me  and describes it as a Fawlty Towers exercise. “ British officials were watching so they did spot checks. Then their scanning machines broke down.” 
She had her hair searched because  she had it up in a bun.
 
Later the captain thanks us for our patience in what was a “trying experience”.
 
As our plane touched down at Glasgow airport we burst out clapping.