I (a south Slavic looking Swede) entered the UK at Luton from Larnaca the other day (black t-shirt+white 3/4 trousers+rucksack). Went to the only manned non-EU booth, which, unlike the EU section, was empty.
The convo went like this (with IO being mildly grumpy throughout):
Me (handing over my ID card): Good morning Sir.
IO: Do you have a passport?
Me: No, how so?
IO: Any other photo ID?
Me: Er, nothing photographic I'm afraid (checking my wallet)
IO: Can I see your wallet?
Me: Sure, I have some bank cards in it
IO: Yeah that'd be good
(I hand over one of my debit cards)
IO: So where did you fly from?
IO: OK...you have the boarding pass do you?
Me: No, left it on the plane.
IO: Well got it on the phone don't you?
Me (lightly smiling): You mean this (showing my Nokia 1112)?
Me: Sorry, but what's the matter either way?
IO: Well I need to know where you flew from.
Me: Should be in your API records, no?
IO: You know about that don't you?
Me (humbly): I have an interest in immigration matters.
IO: Well you don't know enough to know what I'm doing.
Me: No no, that's all fair, but I mean, did the airline not transmit the data properly or something?
IO: No, you're overthinking it my friend.
IO: So what happened to the boarding pass? Why did you discard it?
Me: I always leave it on the plane.
IO: Where did you leave it?
Me: In the pocket in front of my seat.
IO: OK, well I need proof of where you flew from. What can we do?
Me (thinking): Is there Wifi here?
IO: There is
Me: I could log onto my email and show you the email booking confirmation
IO: You get to it!
(I take out the laptop and start it)
(I now realise IO finds something off about me)
Me: Excuse me, may I ask what's so strange about me?
IO: No you can't
(pause whilst I'm logging onto the Wifi)
IO: So do you live in the UK?
Me: No, Zurich, Switzerland
IO: OK, and how did you become a Swedish citizen?
Me: Born and bred, I'm from Stockholm, only I moved after secondary school for my higher studies
IO: But you studied in the UK? Or lived there?
Me: No. Why, because of my accent? No, that's just how I learned the language.
IO: Whatever, just get that thing for me yeah?
Me: I'm right on it Sir
(showing email confirmation)
Me: There you go. So what now?
IO: Alright, you go on then, thanks.
Me: Take care.
I suspect ethnic profiling, but why would an email flight booking confirmation out of all things help with that? Surely I could easily fake it if I wanted to?