It's not fear of flying. The actual flying part I don't mind. It's all the crap you have to go through beforehand.
I understand that security at airports is important and I suppose it's our own fault because it's so cheap now that you get herded like cattle.
I can still remember when air travel was considered pretty swanky, and the staff called you sir, and sounded vaguely like they meant it. And then you got loads of free stuff on the plane. Like tiny little tins of Coke, and tiny little bags of peanuts that you never saw anywhere else. It was like Gulliver's Travels.
Now it's just unpleasant and intimidating. I'm not much looking forward to it. Also I am flying to Gatwick, which has to be a candidate for the ugliest place on Earth.
But then we rock! (presuming I don't get mistaken for a terrorist and thrown into Guantanimo Bay )
I am quite pleased with my latest purchase. Millets are probably not best known for their comedy slogan tee shirts, but I was in there yesterday to buy a torch and there was a tee shirt with "YOUR TENT OR MINE?" which I thought was funny. I just hope when we get to the festival there aren't about a thousand other people wearing the same shirt.
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