A few years ago one of the airlines at Manchester Airport organised one of those nervous flyer courses. Everything went according to plan, the nervous flyers boarded the plane, and up into the sky it went. The plane then developed a problem requiring an emergency landing. I kid you not. It really did happen.
There was also a German (I think) guy many years ago who survived a plane crash. Miraculously unhurt, he was repatriated in a light aircraft that also crashed, and survived unhurt.
I've never been bothered about flying myself, it doesn't worry me, though I accept some people are frightened about flying like others are scared of spiders or walk up stairs because they have a phobia about lifts.
I remember back in the late '80's the night before we were going on a skiing trip, a friend and I hit the town, and we ended up in Band on the Wall. It was a cracking night, and I bought some spliffs off a bloke while I was in there. It was good stuff, and after the taxi ride back to my friends house in Altrincham, I thought I'd walk home. I had a couple of joints left in my pocket, so I puffed away on one on my walk home.
By the time I got home I only had about an hour or so before I was being picked up to be taken to the airport. There was no point going to bed, so I threw what was needed into a bag, and smoked the last spliff waiting for the car to arrive.
I was flying before I got to the airport, my friends were laughing at the state of me when I showed up, but I have to say it's the best flight I have ever been on.
Orion Air, you were magnificently high that crisp and clear morning, and so was I.
I loved every second of that flight. It was brilliant.
I haven't bothered with drugs for decades now, but I always wanted to fly while I was high, and it wasn't a disappointment.
