I fly a lot. Last year alone, I travelled on 45 planes. Unlike my mother, who has a serious terror of flying, I have no qualms about it at all. I’ve chuckled my way through violent cabin-thumping electrical storms in Hong Kong, and cheerfully slurped champagne through extreme turbulence in Texas during tornado season. But two recent air-related tragedies have caused me to seriously question my sangfroid attitude. ...read

When we ended our 10-year feud in a pub last summer, I could tell you were very fragile, both emotionally and physically. Your mother had just died, your marriage had broken down, you had various discomforting health issues, you were smoking and drinking too much, and you were reeling from the N-word scandal that nearly got you the sack 9 months ago. ...read