To fly first class. Always.
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Back in the 1920s, flying was a real luxury. It was a treat to cruise in tin birds and brush cheeks with the clouds. So why today is flying accompanied with a sigh and a rolling of eyes and a big, big bottle of moisturiser? I think flying should still be a pleasure. Whilst air-stewards and stewardesses try their best, how come they never stop that petulant child digging their heels into the back of your seat and kicking creases into your new cashmere jumper? Why do they insist on making your seats so compact that you feel compelled to wear those anti DVT socks (I'm pretty sure that stands for Deathly Vile Trash). Said socks are of course made from nylon and I blame them entirely for the static hair I seem to have aquired by touchdown.
So, I say bring back first class for the masses! Flying is supposed to be enjoyable and I'm pretty sure that with a fully reclinable chair I could once again learn to enjoy cruising at altitude. Besides, with first class leg room, I could actually wear my 6 inchers on the plane without my knees being under my chin.
