Seat goes south in northern adventure

THERE was what you might call a pleasing informality about our flight to the Faroe Islands yesterday morning.

The surprises began before lift-off at Dublin airport when I was summoned twice to the desk at the departure gate. The first time they told me they would have to change my seat from 16D to 16E. I figured I could just about cope with the terrible upheaval involved but, for the record, asked why the change was necessary.

"Um, something to do with weight," I was told.