THE APOTHEOSIS OF OUR AERIAL NADIR
by Bodwyn ‘Lord Brabazon’ Wook
As a small boy in the early 1950s, I made outings with our parents in Convairs, and Constellations to New Zealand & Dorset & with actual food on china plates, glassware & metal flatware; there was plenty of room, a child could run about & see out the different windows, flying WAS expensive, hence ‘undemocratic’ & therefore NOT crowded. It was altogether pleasurable, in other words & not at all like my last unutterably hideous outing in a 747…in 1988. Sixty years since, one was NOT exposed to epidemic & flecks of snot on one’s sleeve from the adjacent passenger’s sneezes! Now, at sixty-five, I have of course evaded all commercial aviation since & shall continue to do so until I am for good & all dead & safely tucked up in Hell.
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[7 June 2014]