I'll just find a ship that will smuggle me to somewhere close to the United Kingdom, then I'll jump off and try to swim to shore. Then I'll try to sneak my way across England to Stratford, where I'll attempt to weasel my way past the people who have tickets for the festival, just 'cause I think I deserve it. I should be able to count on someone in Britain to wag a finger at those mean old British Immigration people. You know, when an associate of mine visited Guatemala, she had to have all of her passport and visa stuff in order, and wait in long lines to go through Guatemalan customs and immigration. Nor does any other country in the whole world, so let's first of all cut the crap and drop such bullshit say-nothing expressions.
Criminals are criminals, whether the crime is trespassing or stealing.
Illegal aliens are illegal aliens. My family, and my wife's, were aliens before they came here and became legal immigrants and American citizens. So did the millions of legal Mexican and Central American immigrants who played by the rules when they came here. A basic tenet of life is that you don't always get what you want, when you want it, whether it's a winning Lotto ticket or legal admission status into a foreign country. Gee, what a concept.