Until today I had never flown business class.
For those who have, I apologise if this is dull. For those who
haven’t, this isn’t showing off. I just want to get down what it was like. Because
it was jaw-dropping.
Our personal car swept us past building works into an oasis
of calm behind T3. There, uniformed staff relieved us of our bags and charmed
us through a dedicated, queueless check-in.
We dashed through duty free, seeking the Virgin lounge. This
was tucked away in Narnia-esque fashion near some unpromising-looking toilets,
up a secluded marble staircase. This opened onto a complex so stuffed with
high-class services, it was like a Cambridge May Ball. Deli and restaurant food;
three bars; arcade games; viewing platforms; a spa with pool; a barbers;
multi-sports screens.
Most occupants looked bored or nonchalant, as if this were
totally normal. I make no judgements – for many of them I’m sure it’s a humdrum
means to an end. I’d love to say we played it equally cool…alas, we sampled
every service with childish glee, rushing about in fits of giggles. I had this
nagging feeling someone would shortly collar me, crying, “You are an imposter,
sir! Nobody comports themselves thus in business class, particularly not in a…football shirt!”
In this photo, I find myself swinging in a wicker seat suspended
from the ceiling supping my third glass of bottomless champagne, trying not to
wallop the businessman behind me toiling at his laptop…
No class. None.
spot on! exactly the same thing happened for me when i lost my 'virginity' last year... something is wrong when it becomes passe
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