Back from the UK

Just came back from my cousins 40th party in Soho. Well the party was great. I had a hangover the next day bad enough to kill an elephant. But wtf, the hundred passport controls, guards and bobbies pushing people around, road blocks, surveilance cameras, walls, police officers armed with M16s and the freakin jungle of "do not"-signs qickly gets on ones nerves. I could never live in a country where grown up people are nannied 24/7 by a wellmeaning but anal system. Well Sweden is bad enough with it´s smoke bans and taxation control but this is something out of the world. I like London, but I really don´t want a tosser looking at me when I take a pee.