Those of you who know me will know that I am not particularly fond of flying. There is certainly something not quite right about being that high above the ground, travelling at 400mph in a metal can sitting beside 2 colleagues who take pleasure in hearing creaking noises, things that don’t sound normal and pointing them out to me, thanks Tweag. I don’t really like take off and mid flight turbulance doesn’t help much either. I think the biggest fear of flying for me, is if something was to go wrong, theres a long way to fall.

 An argument I often hear is, well it would be over in an instant. How exactly is that supposed to help my fear of flying !!!! If I was happy with that, there would be no fear.

However the thing that baffles me most, is myself. I have a fear of flying, yet just last year I knocked up just over 40 flights and so far this year I have been on 6 Flights and 2 helicopter journeys and it’s not even the 20th of January yet. I wouldn’t say I don’t have a choice really, but most of the flights are necessary.

So what is the point of this post, I’m not sure really but I thought I would share the irony of the frequent flyer. There is one saving grace to all this, I discovered BA Terraces/Lounges yesterday and Chris seemed quite keen too, so I’m thinking more visits to there will help me relax, theres always hope.