With me, the anticipation of problems when flying BA became something I could have done without.
Would I be flying out of Gatwick on a tatty old 737 with a seat cushion so disgracefully worn that I could feel the metal beneath the seat cushion pressing into my legs and backside, I wondered?
Would I, yet again, be ignored during the drinks service when occupying a Club World window seat?
Would OCLI be suspended because of over-selling?