Some people love flying, some people hate it. I love it.
So, having just stepped off a plane, the following story from The Guardian took my eye.
It concerns a pilot whose singing of such songs as 'Come fly with me' and 'Singing in the rain' did little to reduce the tension for those phobics on board a 14 hour flight.
Worth a look at the link.
It also reminded me of a story.
I was flying London - Rio and the captain was clearly a happy-go-lucky soul.
Just past the half way mark he announced that as we didn't 'have enough gas to go back to London' we would just have to 'carry on to Rio'.
Bad enough for those native speakers who were bad fliers but a nightmare for those who had a less than complete understanding of English - they thought we had a general problem with running out of gas.
The stewards were kept very busy with the drinks cabinet.
And the toilets?
Don't ask about the toilets.