Private Pleasures ; You Know Airports Are a Pain. What You Don't Know Is That These Days, an Oh-so-Handy Private Jet Costs the Same As Business Class. Here, One Fan Reveals the Joys of Joining the Jet Set, While We Show You How to Make Private Travel Work for Your Pocket

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FLYING is bad for your mental health. At least, it is if you're in 14C and the child in 14B has landfilled her 'comfort' bag four times before the plane has left the runway.

Sitting next to someone performing what sounds like an over-the- top 'Et tu, Brute?' in an amateur production of Julius Caesar is no fun - especially when you are facing well over two hours in the air listening to it.

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Private Pleasures ; You Know Airports Are a Pain. What You Don't Know Is That These Days, an Oh-so-Handy Private Jet Costs the Same As Business Class. Here, One Fan Reveals the Joys of Joining the Jet Set, While We Show You How to Make Private Travel Work for Your Pocket

I hate airline travel. Until recently, I had not flown for five years. Fear of terrorism; fear of dying with overweight, lobstertanned Brits with gin- soaked livers; a hatred of packing and unpacking suitcases - all contributed to a pathological aversion to travelling anywhere other than to Paris on the Eurostar.

And, as with the torture of Heathrow last week, just getting on the plane these days is an ordeal. Why does it take so...

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