I have always really, really hated flying. The first whiff of an airport and I’m scared out of my wits. But not only am I terrified; I also loathe and resent the contempt in which passengers are generally held by the airlines – the way we’re herded like cattle and the way we’re expected to eat unspeakable food with a neighbour’s elbow in the face. Even a short London
issue 17 May 2003
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