That reminds me of the last time I was in London. We got tickets to the Trooping of the Colours. I think it was the Queen's birthday or something. Anyway, it was a big deal, and a lot of people (as in, the people who weren't tourists like us!) were wearing their Sunday best. It was before 9/11, but you still had to pass through a metal detector to get in. I remember this Scotsman in his kilt and Argyll jacket. He looked really good. But my dad pointed out that he got in with his sgian dubh. No trouble at all.

Oh, how the world has changed. When I went to an Obama rally, I couldn't even bring in my miniature Leatherman key chain!