That, Bazza, is a poem.

ta muchly, john
 

I suddenly remembered this occasion when we were waiting for a delayed train in Spain, were on the verge of moping, when we realised the station cantina was open & the joint was jumpin'.

John, in our house it's referred to as Sleazyjet.

Ann, you need not fear falling thirty thousand feet - it's only the last two inches that do all the damage! :)

I love flying - it's all the airport grief I can't stand. I was once made to remove a metal clip that was holding up my hair, and had to put it in my suitcase... I was going to hijack the plane with that hairclip, dammit, but was thwarted. How frustrating!

phobia
 

Thank you all, especially Don and Jayne, for easing my fears of flying.:D I'd stand at the Security check point pulling out hundreds of hair clips if it meant never having to set foot on the plane.

I'm with Ann. It's neither the crash landing, nor the burning I fear. It's the 5-minute, anticipatory, nausea-inducing fall from the sky which sounds hideous to me. If I'm going to be exploded into a million burning pieces, I'd rather not have time to think about it right before it happens. I guess that means my vote is for the take-off crash.

A wee tip-ette, just for Stephenie. A friend of mine was taken aside at Milan Malpensa airport and accused of having a firearm in her hand luggage. It turned out to be a pre-moistened ladies' requisite in a foil packet, the top third of which had become folded at forty-five degrees. Worth a try?

A try at what, Ann? Breaking into the cockpit and shoving it down the pilot's throat to suffocate him? Malpensa indeed! :-) If that means what I think it means.

Laughing!
 

Thank you, Ann. Absolutely worth a try, and much more interesting than hair pins. I'll never fly without one, now. If nothing else, it should make the fall much more exciting.

We must not obscure the general truth that travelling about is dangerous. Even if you walk there you will probably be set upon by felons and robbed. The best thing is to STAY WHERE YOU ARE. Why not? I like it here. Travel narrows the mind.

Isaac Asimov did not like to travel, either -- except in his amazing imagination.

Neither did Philip Larkin. When asked if he would like to see the Great Wall of China he said, 'Yes. If I could come back in the afternoon.' I'm not against travelling to see SOMEONE. It's travelling to see STUFF I can't abide. I've seen all the stuff I want. As for travelling to lie on a beach.... you have to be joking.