For a long time I hated flying. I found it very stressful, unpleasant and, erm, well just very stressful. The searching, the check in, the queues and the delays….I hated it all. It culminated in a flight from hell with Ryanair in which I became so distressed at the lack of cool air and the claustrophobic conditions that I went to the back to try and breathe and told the unsmiling “flight attendant” that if she did not arrange for the air con to be sorted out I would be sick. Ghastly. And then recently I started to enjoy it once more. I remember as a boy I used to love aviation. I used to make Lego planes and fly my Airfix soldiers in style. Recently I enjoyed a few flights, just enjoying the excitement of it. A few days ago I returned from America with Virgin and it was just fun. The crew were glam, the plane bathed in soft purple light. There were cocktails and meals and great movies….And it was exciting like it used to be, the journey to the airport, the wait watching planes, the welcome aboard with a fizzy wine, the take off, the flight over the dessert, the arrival back home…All great.