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Dreadful Nonsense

"I've read your blog. it's really funny. you should write a column." - Jon Ronson

The flight home was, as ever, uneventful, not particularly interesting, and importantly, not frightening at all. Now, either my valium has moved on to new and better places, and no one has told me, or I’m getting used to the flying. I perversely found myself enjoying it. I even looked out the window for BOTH THE TAKE OFF AND THE LANDING which is something you should NEVER do because THAT MAKES THE PLANE CRASH. It didn’t crash. Either the vast amount of religious iconography I carry around with me is now affecting my mood re flying, or I’m over the phobia. Which is good, because apparently I’ll be going to and from the capital of England more often in the near future than I would have imagined I would six months ago. Next flight, flying fans, is in 19 days.

The only unfortunate thing about the flight was that I got trapped in one of those crying fits that descends upon us ladies from time to time – you start off crying about something, get over that fairly sharply when you realise (a) you’re in public and (b) crying does not look pretty, but then something takes over and it becomes a physical reaction that you can’t control, along the lines of sneezing. So even though I really wasn’t as darned miserable as I must have appeared to be, I just couldn’t stop crying. I’m blaming the valium, and the fabulous mix tape that I made for the plane which unfortunately played through the ‘sad’ side as the journey progressed, and I was a little too doped up to be able to fast forward and get back to the rocking songs. The lady beside me looked decidedly uncomfortable, but wisely decided to leave me buried under my jacket trying to compose myself. It’s difficult being a lady and having one of those lady’s funny turns in public. ‘The Luckiest’ by Ben Folds had a particularly bad affect on me. I may have to re-think my flying tape for next time.

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