Newspaper article Tweed Daily News (Tweed Heads, Australia)

Fear of Flying Still Gets Her in a Flap; She Still Looks for Reassurance, and Loves Talking to People Who Have Flown Extensively. It Helps Her to Know There Are People Who Have Flown Many Times and Lived to Talk about It

Newspaper article Tweed Daily News (Tweed Heads, Australia)

Fear of Flying Still Gets Her in a Flap; She Still Looks for Reassurance, and Loves Talking to People Who Have Flown Extensively. It Helps Her to Know There Are People Who Have Flown Many Times and Lived to Talk about It

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Byline: TUESDAY With Damian Bathersby

I LOVE flying.

I reckon there's nothing more exciting than strapping myself inside a massive chunk of steel, tucking my knees up under my chin and feeling the raw power throw me back in the seat as we race down the runway.

The little hairs on my arms stand up and there's that moment of "will we make it?" before the giant bird surges into the sky.

"Weeeeeeee," says the little voice inside my head.

"Can I have a beer now?" asks the big voice outside my head.

"And keep them coming."

Hour after hour of eating, drinking and relaxing as we hurtle through the blue yonder. Bliss.

My wife, on the other hand, hates flying with a passion.

Do you remember that scene from the movie Flying High where the passengers line-up to slap the hysterical woman? That's my wife.

Not the line-up of passengers - the hysterical woman who's convinced we're all going to die a horrible death as the plane plummets out of the sky and erupts in a fireball.

"We're all going to die a horrible death as the plane plummets out of the sky and erupts in a fireball," she will scream.

"Weeeeeee," says the little voice in my head.

"Can I have another beer?" asks the big voice outside my head.

"We're doomed, we're doomed," moans my wife.

Trust me, it makes for an interesting trip. I was thinking of hiring us out as a double act - to break the boredom of long flights - when she ruined the whole thing by overcoming her fear of flying.

How did she do it? An hypnosis course? A self-help group? The power of positive thinking?

Nope, nope and nope. She found the answer in drugs. Really good drugs that enable her to sit calmly reading a magazine as the plane thunders down the runway. Powerful drugs that keep a smile on her face the entire flight. Sure, it's a vacant, far away sort of smile and she has no memory of the trip - but at least it's a smile. …

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