It’s very rare indeed that I would endorse a centralised EU response to a problem.
Europe’s air industry has called for an urgent review of flight bans imposed because of volcanic ash from Iceland.
The bodies representing most European airlines and airports have questioned the need for the unprecedented curbs, which affect millions of travellers.
And in reality, I don’t. But at a purely personal, visceral, human level: I hate flying. I’m terrified of it. It’s completely irrational and rather strange considering that I have been flying since I was six months old and really used to love it.
I suppose it’s because I now have something to lose – I only started feeling like this after my first child was born.
No amount of comment about the relative safety of flying abates the terror. And it wasn’t helped when a friend of mine pointed out the story of Speedbird 9 over the weekend (the reason why airspace has been shut down.)
I would hate to be on a flight in that situation and discover that the pilot in charge of my plane wasn’t as good or as lucky as Captain Moody:
Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have a small problem. All four engines have stopped. We are doing our damnedest to get them under control. I trust you are not in too much distress.
Distress? That doesn’t begin to describe it. And I’m not even near an airport!