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Life in a One Horse Town
Roadkill and Loathing in Southern Tasmania. Part 2.
The Ballad of Ugly Santa.
Firstly, none of what follows is true.
No names have been changed because all of the characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to the guy who lived in a shack just outside of Westerway is COMPLETELY coincidental. Also, visual images maybe be imprinted on your delicate psyche that could be difficult to erase.
Are we good?
Once upon a time in the 70s, Canadian Drug Enforcement decided searching everyone on a flight was inconvenient, costly and a waste of time.
Was there a better way?
CCTV had arrived, and some bright spark came up with the idea of training the CCTV on the exit gate.
People who were up to no good would typically and unconsciously manifest a physical release of tension once they felt they had cleared security.
The agents would then swoop on their target.
It was remarkably effective.
In 2009 we put our restaurant on the market.
As my wife had said, we were getting too old for this.
