Love at first flight

Anyone who read my piece about US Airways, perhaps more appropriately known as U/S Airways, might be forgiven for thinking I had something against aviation generally.

Not a bit of it.

I spent 18 months acquiring a Private Pilot's Licence at Exeter Flying Club, have wingwalked six times with AeroSuperBatics, the UK's world-famous flying circus, and produced a six-part TV series for Discovery RealTime called Martin Shaw: Aviators, in which the star of Judge John Deed and The Professionals met his aviation heroes and went for a once-in-a-lifetime flight in a Spitfire.

In short, I love aviation. But not the sort of aviation that U/S Airways and its scheduled airline competitors indulge in.

Flying doesn't have to be like that. Having to arrive several hours before check-in. Shuffling shoeless through security. Trying to find a spare seat in the departure lounge. Crammed into sardine seating. Joining endless queues at Customs. More shuffling through security. Then staring intently at the carousel for ages in the hope that your luggage might just have made it to your destination, too.

There is a better way.

Imagine being able to fly where you want, when you want, with the aircraft waiting for you when you arrive instead of you arriving and waiting for it.

A pilot who calls you by your name. Flight crew who know what you like to eat. Comfortable seating with room to open your laptop lid - or plenty of room to take your PA along to do the typing for you!

And no need to make the trek to Heathrow or Gatwick, as the aircraft comes to whichever airport is nearest and most convenient for you.

It's like having your own private jet without having the expense and headaches of owning one. And once you've tried it, you'll never want to fly by a conventional airline again.

Of all the private jet charter companies I've come across, the one that impresses me most is Day Aviation.

Owned by Captain Paul Day, an airline pilot who has spent his entire life in aviation, Day Aviation is one of those niche operations that most of us have never heard of but which is well known and respected by the people who use it again and again.

Captain Day, as befits the founder of a private air charter operation whose clients expect the utmost discretion, doesn't talk about the people who fly with Day Aviation.

Those clients - who include Royalty, Government Ministers, celebrities, Premiership football teams, senior executives of banks, and self-made millionaires - prefer it that way.

If they suddenly need to get from The Ritz to Monte Carlo in time for dinner with a starlet at The Hermitage, they know that Day Aviation will be able to procure them a luxury aircraft, assemble a crew, and have them ambling through Casino Square in plenty of time and without a well-coiffed hair out of place.

And unlike most airline travel, they can stop on the way and pick up a friend or a business contact.

Could you imagine asking a British Airways pilot if he'd mind just stopping off in Surbiton because Bunny's just decided she can make the party after all? 

But private jet hire can do that. Booking a round-the-world business trip for 200 people can be a logistical and financial nightmare - especially if the passengers aren't all starting from the same place - but an air charter business of the calibre of Day Aviation can arrange individual connections for each passenger, whether that's by a light aircraft from a private airfield a mile from their home or a helicopter flip from their back garden, if large enough.

Perhaps surprisingly, it's not as expensive as many of us might think. That's because flights can be shorter and more direct, the aircraft can be chosen for the number of passengers it will take, avoiding the wastage of empty seats, and a lot of the waiting time and travelling to airports isn't necessary.

That's why a growing number of people who work in finance or run their own companies use Day Aviation. They want to fly on their terms, to their timetable, and to the standards of comfort to which they've become accustomed.

Others, of course, just want to celebrate an occasion with a bit of glamour. Turning up at a wedding in a Ferrari will raise the odd envious eyebrow, but arriving in a helicopter is rather more impressive  if you want to make a hat-clutching, skirt-billowing, "who-on-Earth's-that" sort of entrance.

And quite a few of Day Aviation's clients do. Not just for private events, but for business meetings. Land on your prospective client's lawn for a meeting, and he'll remember the day for a long time to come. Offer to take him up for a quick flip, and he'll remember it for a lifetime!

Jon McKnight

US Airways or U/S Airways?

As a consumer campaigner and journalist, I dearly wanted to put this complaint about US Airways to the airline itself before sharing its shortcomings with the travelling world.

But anyone who's tried to contact US Airways with a complaint will share my frustration at not being able to talk to a human being and being lost, instead, in a maze of obstacles that the cynical among us might think the airline created to prevent us getting redress.

It's a pity, really, because US Airways only launched its service from London Heathrow to Philadelphia a matter of days ago on 29 March and was clearly proud of it, if the press release was anything to judge by.

I was looking forward to my flight, particularly as the press release boasted that US Airways would be using its "flagship international aircraft, the Airbus A330" on the new route.

Flagship it may be, but everything wasn't all right on the flight.

I knew I shouldn’t have accepted Seat 13. It certainly wasn’t lucky. First, it was so close to the seat in front that I couldn’t even open my laptop’s lid, never mind tilt it to the angle I needed to see the screen.

“I’m sorry,” said the stewardess, “but there aren’t any spare seats.”

I protested that it’s a perfectly reasonable requirement to be able to use a laptop on a flight, and that no-one had warned, either verbally or in its advertising, that it wouldn’t be possible.

If I’d known I’d be stuck on a flight for eight hours without being able to write my column, I wouldn’t have flown US Airways.

The stewardess then remembered a seat, 10 rows back and with a splendid view of the back of the toilets. There was plenty of legroom there, admittedly, and there was no problem about using a laptop, either. But it meant leaving my wife 10 rows away and out of sight, when we had booked adjoining seats and wanted to enjoy the flight together.

Before I decamped to the laptop-friendly seat, my wife had another disappointment. The in-flight entertainment system on her seat and mine was malfunctioning and didn’t respond to the remote control. Unless she’d wanted to listen to Spyra Gyra in Spanish for the rest of the flight, it was useless.

The stewardess said she’d restart both of our systems. Ages passed, then eventually both screens went blank and restarted. After what seemed an eternity, my wife’s screen burst into life with, er, Spyra Gyra in Spanish.

“I’m sorry,” said the stewardess when we pointed this out. “There’s nothing we can do.”

Then the meals came around. My wife had booked the vegetarian option, and that’s what she got. I hadn’t ordered the vegetarian option, as I don’t like vegetables, but I was given the vegetarian meal, too.

There wasn’t a single item I could eat. I called the stewardess, pointed out that an error had been made, and asked if I could have a chicken meal like most of my fellow passengers were eating.

“I’m sorry,” said the stewardess, “but you’re down on our list as both wanting the vegetarian option.”

I showed her my booking confirmation e-mail and she agreed it showed that my wife only had ordered the vegetarian option. She said she’d talk to the Purser and see if there were any chicken meals left.

She never returned. Everyone else around me finished their meals, stretched their legs, and waited for the stewardesses to clear their trays.

“Finished?” asked a different stewardess when she came by. I told her I hadn’t even started, as it was the wrong meal and her colleague had been trying to source another one all that time ago.

“I’m sorry,” said the stewardess, “but I think she probably forgot. She’s had all those teas and coffees to serve.”

She asked if I’d like the snack element of the meal instead, “to keep me going”.

She found one and I did manage to eat a bread roll about twice the size of my nose, and a crunchy biscuit that was gorgeous. But I remained the hungriest passenger on the aircraft.

Having been the producer of a TV series about aviation for Discovery Real-Time last year, as well as a journalist who campaigns against poor service and has a consumer self-help manual coming out soon, I confess to being deeply disappointed with my first experience of flying with US Airways.

They don’t warn people that their seats are too close together for them to be able to use their laptops unless they’re the lucky few with a view of the loo; they don’t ensure their in-flight entertainment equipment is working when a passenger is faced with an eight-hour flight without it; and the booking system for their meals leaves something to be desired (ie a meal, in my case).

When I was studying for my Private Pilot’s Licence, things that were not working were described as U/S, an abbreviation for unserviceable.

So which airline was I flying with - US Airways or U/S Airways? Fellow travellers might understand my confusion.

In other circumstances, I’d simply never fly with them again. But, unfortunately for me, I’m booked on the return flight from Philadelphia to London with them.

I’m not looking forward to it. I want to spend those eight hours writing, too, and I’d like my wife to be able to enjoy the same in-flight entertainment that everyone around her was able to. And call me demanding if you wish, but I’d really like to be able to have a meal on board like everyone else.

So that's the complaint. But US Airways doesn't know about it yet due to the minefield of obstacles preventing an aggrieved customer putting a complaint to a real person who could do something about it.

The airline's website doesn't list a phone number for Customer Services, just a fax number and an e-mail option.

I tried ringing Reservations and was eventually, most reluctantly, given an unpublicised number (866-523-5333) for Customer Services. But having held on the line for 22 minutes the first time and 12 minutes the second, it was clear they didn't want to take my call or hear about the problems they'd caused me.

The tedious wait for an answer was punctuated with messages urging people to e-mail Customer Services instead through the website.

But when I tried to do that, as an Englishman holidaying in Miami, the web e-mail form wouldn't allow me to put my UK address into it without chopping vital bits off. Had I been American, no problem, but I'd like to think US Airways cares about its foreign passengers, too.

The media centre in Arizona might have been a good bet if I'd been able to e-mail them. But they don't publicise an e-mail address either, which is pretty unusual in public relations these days. Wonder why?

And all this happened on the airline's flagship international aircraft. If that's the case, what on Earth must it be like on the others?

Jon McKnight
Author of Sort The Bastards!

David Cameron and the cycling scandal

David Cameron's admission that he broke umpteen laws while cycling in London highlights a serious inequality between the rights and obligations of motorists and pedal-pushers.

The Tory leader's confession was only wrung out of him after The Mirror newspaper obtained film of him pedalling through red lights, going the wrong way around Keep Left bollards, and cycling across a pelican crossing when the light was red.

But the problem is much wider than that.

If you're a pedestrian and a car hits you, the car can be identified from its number plates; the driver will have had to pass a test of competence; the driver will have insurance, or be prosecuted if he hasn't; and if the driver is at fault, he can be banned from driving by a court.

Not so if you happen to be injured by a cyclist.

Bicycles are not subject to any kind of registration regime, so there's little chance that anyone could identify a bicycle involved in a hit-and-run.

Telling the police that the bike had two wheels and a frame is hardly going to help them find it, whereas it would be a piece of cake if they had to bear registration plates like every other type of vehicle.

That very anonymity is probably the main reason why cyclists like David Cameron feel free to break every rule in the Highway Code with apparent impunity.

Cyclists don't have to pass any kind of test, either. And while the Highway Code is full of rules that also apply to them, the lack of a regulatory regime means many cyclists never pick up a copy in their lives, never mind abide by it.

Cyclists don't have to have any kind of insurance, either. So if a cyclist hits you, perhaps riding along the pavement or the wrong way on a public road, you have no chance of receiving proper compensation.

Unless the cyclist happens to be an eccentric millionaire and is therefore worth sueing, hough I suspect that many of them are either too poor to afford a car or wish they were living in Victorian times when cycling seemed such a sensible idea.

If the cyclist is at fault, there is no chance whatever that the cyclist can be banned from cycling as a way of protecting the public. He could be penalised for being drunk in charge of a cycle, of course, but there is no such thing as a cycling ban.

It's frustrating enough that cycles are given priority at traffic lights in so many of our cities, but what makes it worse is when they ignore the cycle lanes we've all had to pay for and continue to wobble along in traffic, either forcing us to crawl at a snail's pace or tempting us to edge on to the other side of the road to overtake them, which must cause a fair number of accidents.

In Plymouth, for example, the council spent hundreds of thousands of pounds installing cycle lanes on the main road between the city and Tavistock, yet cyclists don't use the cycle lane and struggle up the hills on the main road, causing annoyance and disruption for motorists.

Surely cyclists should be forced to use cycle lanes where they exist and should be fined, heavily, if they use the roads instead. But with no number plates, how could they ever be identified and prosecuted?

Jon McKnight
Author of Throw The Book At Them! – The Art Of The Well-Aimed Complaint

How many ways can you shout Olé?

I may be a little slow off the mark in noticing this - 34 years, to be precise - but I'm a little concerned about a line in the lyrics of Sylvia Vrethammer's hit Y Viva Espana.

It sounds simple enough: "That's why I've learnt the way to shout Olé!"

But why would she, or anyone else, need to learn the way to shout any word that has only two syllables?

Are there so many ways to shout such an elementary word that one needs to go on a course? Had Sylvia been getting it wrong until some kind soul corrected her? I think we should be told.

Jon McKnight
Author of Sort The Bastards!

Honour the Glasgow Airport hero

Stephen Clarkson, the passer-by who waded in and knocked down one of the two men who attacked Glasgow Airport with a burning car today, is a hero of our times.

Like the others who helped him restrain the burning man who was attacking police at the airport terminal entrance, Mr Clarkson displayed the utmost courage by tackling the two terrorists while their Jeep Cherokee burned only a few yards away.

For all that he or any of us knew, that car could have been loaded with gas cylinders, petrol cans and nails, just as the two Mercedes car bombs in Haymarket had been only the day before.

Anyone who had seen the car ablaze and simply run as fast and as far as they could from the scene would have been forgiven for not wanting to linger in the immediate vicinity of what could have been a massive car bomb.

But Mr Clarkson, and his fellow heroes, showed no concern for their own safety in this incredibly perilous situation and instead stood their ground to try to stop the two terrorists completing whatever their plan was.

There is still debate at time of writing (7.30pm) as to whether it was a terrorist incident, but eyewitnesses did report that the two attackers were shouting the word Allah repeatedly. A bit of a giveaway...

Perhaps new Prime Minister Gordon Brown, who has already shown he wants to rule in a very different way to his predecesor Tony Blair, might take a lead on this and introduce immediate honours for people like Mr Clarkson whose selfless heroism and initiative have helped protect and preserve our national security.

If Mr Clarkson were knighted tomorrow, it would not be a day too soon. For if anyone deserved to be honoured, Sir Stephen Clarkson (as I shall think of him) is one of them.

Jon McKnight
Author of Sort The Bastards!