Air we go again

ONLY now can the full horrific story of ‘planegate’ be told.

At approximately 9 30pm on Thursday night, after five hours sitting in the overhead luggage compartment, your long-suffering correspondent — by now folded in two like a cheap deck chair — was finally crow-barred out of position by trained Red Cross personnel upon arrival at Nicosia airport.

I was lowered from the aircraft by forklift, but so convulsed with pain that I barely registered the indignity of my pitiful situation.