While waiting for the obscenely expensive train to arrive, I stopped by a Vodaphone vendor to pick up a pay-as-you-go phone. It was expensive, and its minutes follow in that tradition, but I was getting used to the notion that everything in England was expensive, and I have yet to find any prices contrary to that belief. It was worth the price though, because its alarm wakes me up and the phone itself lends me a bit of safety knowing I can reach people and be reached.
I originally brought my own cell phone for that alarm and timekeeping purpose, but found that because it could not get a signal it couldn’t calibrate the time, and would not accept a manual setting. But that’s really just an excuse to justify my (not actually very) shiny new phone.