On a recent flight, the wife got into her seat to have the mother of all jabbas sit next to her. This sends my wife into a steaming frenzy, especially as she has to lift the arm rest to get her in and the woman needs the extra belt too. She explains to my wife, who now has paid for one seat and has only half of that, she is ‘large boned’. The stewardesses disappear. The wife wanted to go mad. Although the chances of survival in a crash is very low, she also feels if in an emergency she had the escape, she wouldnt be able to get past fatty, as fatty was wedged in. So, yes, something good out of this. I am no flyweight, but can comfortably sit in a seat with plenty of space, as long as my legs are cut off.