Finally "Granny", small and plump, still wearing defiantly high heels, totters through the metal detector, her hands vainly clutching her ruined hairstyle.

The room was quiet except for Granny's thick-heeled lace-up shoes clicking across the worn linoleum floor.

Better to opt for the more modern low-heels which don't reference too closely anything our mothers and grandmothers might have worn with their Crimplene A-line shifts and chain-belts in the Sixties.