I’m not really scared of flying. I used to be, but that was before I was on a plane heading to Miami at the exact same moment as Hurricane Katrina was heading to Miami. It was a bit bumpy, but I never felt scared the whole time. Since then, flying has been fine for me. But I do find myself, in the days before a flight, prefacing any future arrangements with “unless the plane crashes.” It’s my good luck preface. So if the plane crashes when I fly to London in a couple of hours, please remember me like this.