During my time of max-fear of flying, I was invited to the University of Limerick to talk about my academic work on women punks. The organisers booked my flights and I took a deep breath and went for it.
As the plane came in for landing at Limerick airport, I could feel it tipping like a rocking cradle, and we swerved wildly from side to side; it looked as though we were going to miss the runway. 'What a crap pilot', I thought, and started to dread the journey home. We did manage a very bumpy landing, and when I got to the hotel I switched on the TV, only to find that we had landed in hurricane-force winds!
Needless to say, I've been mesmerised by the live feed of aircraft landing at Heathrow today.
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