In a previous life in international aid / development I worked in a few developing countries. During that time I travelled on my fair share of dodgy airlines and prehistoric helicopters seemingly held together with duct tape.
Because I’m a fatalist I’d look around as I was boarding and try to work out which passengers’ lives the plane-crash telemovie would follow. You know those movies—we see excited holiday makers, or couples on honeymoon, about to start their lives and then, the headlines…. ‘Lives cut short’ and so forth.