Off we flew to Glasgow for the lovely Kirsten’s birthday. Or rather, off we flew to Glasgow Prestwick, which is to Glasgow as London Luton is to London.

Anyway. After a special Ryanair queueing adventure, where I was sent back and forth from the checkin to the ticket desk twice, we boarded. I settled down to try to snooze, as is my wont, and Anthony switched his phone to flight mode and started watching a video on it. The flight attendant approaches.

“Excuse me, sir, is that a mobile phone?”
“Yeah, but it’s in flight mode.”

Then, the moment of chilling clarity. The realisation of that which had only been previously suspected. All those nagging fears confirmed in a single sentence.

“Sorry, sir, but you’ll have to switch it off. Ryanair doesn’t support flight mode.“