I bloody love it. That feeling you get in your belly at the start of the runway when the plane suddenly goes from being almost still to lurching forward with full power is BRILLIANT.
I'm afraid of Dublin Airport. Never had a good experience there, so much so that I'll now drive anywhere less than 1000 miles away instead (like Brighton).
f***ing HATE it. Always try to make sure I've necked enough Diazepam to ensure I'm passed out before the seatbelt signs are off. If they don't work, alcohol usually finishes the job.
Diazepam's great stuff. On a flight back from Italy last year the turbulance must have been really bad, but even then I was roused only briefly to see the stewardess stack over in the aisle before mumbling "oh" and passing out again.
I've got happy memories of Dublin airport. It meant I was leaving the bloody place.
On my last flight I could only get 6 x 2mgs from my doctor for the flight to Fuertaventura and back.
Christ, 12 mgs I thought. I normally do about 35 each way with quite a few beers and Scotches. . Mind you I have been known to overdo things in my time resulting in a brief detention in Budapest.
You need a new doctor! My one's great, the last time prescribing a shiney new box of 5mgs over the telephone (though I did actually ask for 10mg).
As well as being great for knocking you out on the plane, I do love the sensation of floating around duty free in a valium-induced haze. All the bright lights and that, wicked.
Mmmmm, valium. Think I might pop a couple right now...