I'm similar - apart from those moments of arse-puckering existential dread when the reality pokes through that I'm trapped in a metal tube hurtling through the sky at unholy speeds, breathing recycled air and with only thin layers of aluminium and plastic between me and a howling, freezing environment that is quite incapable of sustaining human life, I'm cool.
I do wish they wouldn't keep telling you how high up you are and how cold it is outside. I really, really don't want to know. Mind you, if I had my way, airliners wouldn't have windows.
And as for these freaks who want to look at views offered by the cameras OUTSIDE THE PLANE - what the fück is wrong with them?
Last edited by Burney; 07-13-2017 at 09:02 AM.