• What I love about flying

    Back then of course, long before 9/11 and when Captains’ uniforms were woven from fibres of pure George Clooney, pilots tended to have a kind of open-door policy for their cockpits – getting a visit to the flight deck was a doddle. Consequently, I saw the cockpits of 747, 737 and DC-10 before I’d seen […]

  • I can’t be arsed

    And yet I can only describe getting through each day as akin to being stuck in thick, sticky mud and not having the will to even try to move your feet. You kind of just grind to a halt staring at your legs. And when someone looks at you askance before cautiously asking: “You OK?” […]