Aircraft, currently still a welcome refuge, may soon be as full as everywhere else of those people whose mobile phone manner seems to render the phone itself unnecessary.
Long before Dom Joly hit on it as satirical fodder, I remember hearing a passenger who had just taken the one-hour flight from Heathrow to Glasgow; no sooner was he in the glass walkway between the aircraft and the terminal than he just had to phone someone to tell them the earth-shattering news that.... "The breakfast on the flight was really quite good. Omelette and bacon, with sausages and hash browns."


