I used to love getting on planes. I loved the packing and going places. Now I don't because I've developed these really bad sinuses. I have to take a prednisone to fly, but it works, and I'm OK.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I love traveling, but I hate planes.
I think there's something about traveling in airplanes all the time that's not the healthiest thing in the world for you.
I love flying planes.
I've done some luxury flying, which is brilliant. It has only happened once or twice, but it was nice because flying is the worst part of the holiday. But then again, if the plane crashes, you're still dead. For that much money I'd want a little capsule that whizzed me off to safety if it was going to crash.
I'm not a big fan of flying. I definitely try to take the bus whenever I can. I've gotten a little bit better about it, but it was a pretty crippling thing for many years. I feel safer in a private plane.
Before a long-haul flight, buy yourself a cheap, big, comfortable pillow. It makes a huge difference.
The bravest thing I've ever done is fly to New York. I'm simply terrified of aeroplanes - I am the woman you see weeping at the airport.
I am starting to hate airports and the whole business of getting onto the plane. It all takes so long I want to scream.
I never get sick on airplanes, which is incredible. You're basically in a flying petri dish.
I am cursed with the inability to sleep on planes - ever.