I don’t want to fly anymore. In planes I mean. If I could actually fly, I’d be completely fine with that. Total control, not too high up, nice warm scarf and keep your mouth shut in case of beasties. As for the mechanical real-world type of flying, I’d love to pontificate about the ozone, saving the planet and all this, but the reality is, flying scares the shit out of me. That bit just after take-off where it sounds like it’s going to stall and...