My cure for aerophobia:
1. Drive across Asia for seven months, ending up so far from home that you really have no option but to fly somewhere.
2. Maintain steady level of drunkenness, except where illegal (Iran), or unwise (Pakistan).
3. Intensify level of drunkenness as date of flight approaches.
4. Get absolutely blammo on pow-pow punch the night before the flight and sing a not entirely complementary song you have written about your travelling colleagues while having your underwear ripped off by some of the said colleagues - though I recommend getting members of the opposite sex to do it rather than what happened to me.
5. The next day, waiting for your departure to the airport, consume left over amounts of pow-pow punch at a steady rate throughout the afternoon.
6. Drink two beers at the airport with an Irishman for company
7. Arrange to sit next to a girl from Leeds called Jen on the flight, who will then proceed to fall asleep and refuse to hold your hand because you are such a big wuss.
8. I find it helps if you book a night flight, because being both drunk and without sight of anything outside, you barely notice you are in the air at all….
Indonesia Pictures link
P.S. There are no Fall fans in Asia, although there are possibly recovering former members
Indonesia Pictures link
P.S. There are no Fall fans in Asia, although there are possibly recovering former members
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