I have a mate who is absolutely terrified of flying. He’s never been abroad for a vacation unless he could get where he was going using boats, trains and coaches and eventually, sick of wasting half of his leave days travelling to and from his holiday destination, he decided to do something about it and booked himself onto one of those fear of flying courses.
He went last weekend. It crashed. No survivors.
I suppose I should have said “had a mate”
A fear of static caravans may have been a safer option.
Or milk floats.
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