What did this summer’s air show tragedies do for nervous fliers?
When I was a boy I used to love a good air show. We’d all pile onto the top of dad’s car, gaze up and wait for a procession of Harrier Jump-Jets or Lancaster Bombers, and I loved the sense of speed and excitement. I had friends who used to come, too, one of whom went on to become something of a nervous flier. Now that I’m a London-based hypnotherapist









