What I personally want is the assurance, ‘Yes, we are just an airline. We have built up a great deal of expertise in slinging the citizenry through the sky at 500 mph, and we take every possible precaution to ensure that you, the citizen, remain airborne till you have been landed at a designated airport and do not plummet out of the sky. Moreover, we pledge that we will not have our uniforms redesigned on an annual basis by queeny coutouriers and put up our ticket prices on the strength of it.’
It’s my continuing pleasure to play host to The Deep North. Recent subjects include the usual substantial coverage of the garden, Chinese medicine, rough cats and, um, King of the Rocket Men. Go there and have a read, then come back here and read the next line:
He’s not making it up, you know.
Or, since on some level we’re all making it up really, if it’s less real than Big Brother, it’s a lot more real than weapons of mass destruction. Which, existentially speaking, is where most of us live (excepting, I suspect, Harry Potter, David Beckham and J-Lo).