Air travel is a wretched experience at the best of times. But Michael O’Leary of Ryanair is going out of his way to increase its hellishness to the point where it becomes completely intolerable. It’s six weeks to go before my Summer break to Italy and I’ve already got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach about the prospect of actually getting there. If I didn’t have three kids in tow, I’d be tempted to hitch the 1200 miles, or get me and the wife fired southwards off the white cliffs from a powerful human cannon.
This morning O’Leary announced that Ryanair is set to end baggage check-ins at airports completely. This means his customers will be forced to carry all their luggage through security and onto the tarmac in front of the aircraft, where they will be charged for performing the role of pack mule before loading into the 737’s hold. It’s claimed that such methods are common in the US for travellers flying into main hub airports and will help to reduce Ryanair’s costs by €30m. O’Leary also claims that only 30% of his passengers check in bags anyway.
Either he hasn’t thought this through, or he doesn’t care about the consequences. Anyone who has been unfortunate enough to spend a Saturday or Sunday morning at Stansted trying to get onto a plane during July or August will know that the experience is already utterly wretched. Having to drink baby’s formula milk in front of stroppy, gloved BAA staff; suffering the appalling queues; having Italian exchange students slicing through your Achilles with their trolleys; being treated generally like a cow off to the slaughter.
If you add carrying suitcases through this scene of damnation, things are going to get far worse. Ever tried taking a trolley up an escalator while carrying a toddler, Michael? No, I didn’t think so. Maybe like the great Dean Swift in his ‘Modest Proposal’, he'd rather I just dispense with the two-year-old and his month-old sister by turning him into something nutritious to feed the Dublin poor.
I’ve used O’Leary’s airline dozens of times in the last ten years and have always been broadly supportive of his mission, which has shaken the old school flag-carrying airlines out of their complacency. When I first started travelling to our bit of Italy in Le Marche 15 years ago, it was either Rome or Bologna followed by a four-hour drive and you lumped it. Now, thanks to Ryanair, you can choose Ancona, Pescara or even Rimini and Perugia for your arrival. He’s eagerly aided in the destruction of Alitalia and is to be applauded for this. His cabin crew may be helpless muppets, the Bullseye Baggies they serve vile, his phone lines organised theft and his Euro scratch cards may drive you crazy, but I’ve paid my money and taken my choice. And only once have I been seriously delayed – at Pescara (albeit for nearly twelve hours).
But slowly and surely he’s pushed a loyal and supportive customer to breaking point. I can cope with his cynical disregard for the basic hygiene needs of his customers no longer. If he goes ahead with this baggage folly that will be it. He can kiss goodbye to my Brit behind and my business for good. I’ll be back to British Airways. And that’s a promise.
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