How long will it be before overweight airline customers like me will be weighed along with their luggage and compelled to pay for two seats on budget airlines?
The sardine-can-like conditions of my short-haul aisle seat from Klagenfurt to Stansted seemed worse than usual, owing to my recent fondness for breakfast croissants with black-cherry compote, a balm in troubled times.
It meant, as part of a cohort of other overweight Britons, that I hardly had room to fold down my tray for my warm gin and tonic without ice.
