We Are Experiencing Turbulence
Stephen Irvine, 17 May 2012
To explain my recent absence, dear readers, I ask you to look back almost 200 years to the epic journey undertaken by Captain George Pollard of the doomed whaleship Essex, as I too found myself clinging on to sanity in the face of unimaginable despair this week; the slow procession of time showing no mercy as the end of everything neared. But unlike Pollard I hadn’t floated thousands of miles in a battered boat, starving, mad, and clutching the bones of cannibalised shipmates – no, my journey had been much worse than that. I’d travelled with Ryanair.
With a sales effort from the airline more forceful than a Geoff Capes log-lift and a cabin in which the plastic seats and screaming infants give one the impression of being squeezed into a 189-seat pram, it was with no little relief that I and the rest of the herd were spewed forth from this most budget of airlines. Whilst awaiting my driver I was somewhat bemused to hear that things had been no less shambolic at the other end of the aviationary scale whilst I’d been out of the country, with news of a government U-turn on the type of fighter planes to buy for the Royal Navy’s new aircraft carrier making the news.









