Here is the latest in our series of blogs by Glasgow students.

Liam Bruce is a student of journalism at GCU. Keen on politics and satire, he believes in free speech.

Confined at 35,000 feet, with 150 strangers for a protracted period of time, with no access to the Internet is surely any student's nightmare. I write this very piece confined on such a flight. The problem is not as severe on all flights, but on a Saturday evening change-over service, crammed with families with - more problematically - children, one does despair. Take the length of time with no internet access, older folks I am sure can wile away their time wistfully without the need for connectivity. But for us kids, and certainly for me, four hours with no connection to the outside world is at best an inconvenience, at worst a panic inducing lack of information. Not that I want to be browsing Facebook for the whole flight, I'll happily bury my nose in a good paperback, it's the notifications I miss. My push notifications from SKY and the BBC can be relied upon to always keep me up to date with the news of the world (if you'll pardon the pun). On my out going flight, as I disabled the incomprehensible 'Flight Mode' on the foreign tarmac, I was treated to a deluge of news all at once. Principally that there were barely any party leaders left, the Prime Minister had begun has cabinet shuffle, there was an attempted coup d'état in Burundi and more were feared dead in the Nepalese aftershock. As a self confessed news junkie - I'm one of those weirdos that watches rolling news of political events - I find it properly distressing being out of touch with the outside world for such a time. The problem was heightened on my January flight to Washington DC when the tragic events at Charlie Hebdo were taking place and Mr Obama was gearing up for his 'State of The Union' address. It may be narcissistic of me, but every time I'm on a long flight - or I've God forbid, lost my phone somewhere - I truly hope that nothing major happens in the world, not for the good of humanity, but so that I can experience it and be a part of it. Yes I know. That most certainly makes me a bad person. But I'm in this industry for the bad times far more than the good. Time will only tell what notifications I'll receive when I arrive in Glasgow. We're due to land just after 01:00 on a Sunday morning so I doubt there will be much earth shattering news, although two weeks ago tonight, from date of writing (17/05/15) Nepal suffered just that fate. Now as the seatbelt signs come back on, doors are armed, I wonder if the pilots know anything we don't. In this very specific case, I hope they are as oblivious as we are.