This is a Trip Report from the Upper Class cabin
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I've decided that a maxim along the lines of 'never write a trip report in anger' is probably a good one to live by, which is why I've left it a few days after getting off the VS20 to compose this. However, I can't not explain why I got so angry on the flight, so I'm going to catagorise this TR as 'A series of unfortunate incidents contributing to a rising sense of anger directed at the FSM'. This was also my seventh longhaul flight since Christmas, and I'm writing this on my ninth, so I'm feeling like I've run quite the gamut of in-flight experiences recently.
Initially, it all started out so well. The Other Mr Morgan had been to visit me in San Francisco for a month, and the timing of his return flight coincided with a trip I needed to make to Dubai, so we were able to fly back to London together. The landside location of the SF Clubhouse was additionally helpful as he's still, despite everyone concerned's best efforts, a smoker, so he was able to sidle out for a few cigarettes closer to departure than usual. Given he's not a great flyer at the best of times, this seemed additionally helpful.
The CH was seriously empty, and I'd realised when I checked us in online (10 and 11K upstairs) that the flight was going to be likewise, as at least half the UC seats were unallocated (I'd upgraded us with miles). We got there in plenty of time and had a very chilled stay (I noted in another thread that they were stocking Virgin Comics Dan Dare title, which we both approved of). Mustang Sally was our plane, and is the first Virgin plane we'd flown on together, almost exactly a year to the day earlier, so that was a nice detail. I knocked back a Mojito which almost blew my head off and the tuna salad with wasabi dressing, which is a recently discovered favourite.
Boarding was announced early, and courtesy of a final cigarette we were actually among the very last aboard, which is where the presentiments that things were about to get very aggravating kicked in. At the aircraft door the FSM tried to direct us into the forward cabin, and when I said 'no, we're upstairs', his response was 'Oh so you are lads. I've had a heavy weekend.' Initial impression: Over familiar, unprofessional, and clearly trying too hard to be a 'personality'.
We got upstairs, settled in with some champagne and were introduced to the *brilliant* crew member who gave us excellent service and attention throughout (I feel slightly bad about the low score I've given the crew here for that reason, but really, I have to reflect the impact of the FSM), and the IFBT who remembered me from previous flights. Being more familiar with the crew routines than he, TOMM asked me if we were likely to see much of the FSM, to whom we'd both immediately taken a dislike. I said we *might* get an introduction, but maybe not (we didn't), and otherwise it would depend whether he gave himself anything to do during the meal service (he didn't, at least not upstairs).
As is often the case in SF, we were ready for departure about 15 minutes ahead of schedule, which is when FSM incident number 2 happened. 'Ladies and gentlemen, if you have a mobile phone, we're all *very* impressed, but now you need to switch it off and enable the flight safe mode if you intend to use it in flight. If you don't know how to do that, you've obviously got a far more complicated phone than you actually need.' Add 'patronising', 'insulting' and top up the 'unprofessional' a bit more.
He embellished all his early announcements with comments about the looks of the crew (both positive and negative) and his own opinions on anything and everything, desperately trying to reinforce the 'personality/entertainer' role with a delivery that made him sound like a bad local radio DJ and just making himself, and VAA by extension, even more detestable) and TOMM reached a point where he said 'If, god forbid, there's an emergency on this flight, I don't want to have to trust my safety to that w***er, because I have absolutely no confidence in him'.
As I said earlier we had great service from our own crew, dinner was very pleasant, and the Chenin Blanc very acceptable. I got a massage from the IFBT just before I settled down to sleep, and I managed a good few hours, so I don't have a lot to say about the middle of the flight.
I roused myself as breakfast was underway, and decided to forgo eating. When we'd been planning the flight, TOMM had said he liked the idea of being able to eat in Revivals and get a bit more kip, but then he'd spotted the full breakfast and succumbed to ordering a wake-up. He said he didn't regret it.
I'm going to wrap up with a selection of the rest of the FSM's most inglorious moments from the latter part of the flight.
One of the crew made the obviously fairly serious Change for Children announcement. She happened to be Irish, and *immediately* she'd finished, the FSM came on and said 'Anyone who needs that last announcement translating, just ask.' So we're apparently now insulting any Irish people on board Virgin flights then, as well as the ability of his crew member.
'We're getting a beautiful view of London this morning as we approach Heathrow along the Thames. Well, passengers on the right hand side will get the view. Those on the left will be seeing the less glamorous, more seedy, South London.' That's South London where we live then.
'If you need any assistance once you're in the terminal, just look out for Virgin staff. They're in exactly the same uniforms as your crew, but they're not as good looking.' So we're also insulting the rest of your own colleagues then.
Seriously, I know some of this might sound trivial and possibly that I'm over-reacting in going on to make a formal complaint about this t***er (which I am, with TOMM's blessing), but I used to work for an airline, and I'm passionate about good, professional customer service, and this guy is an insult to every good FSM in the Virgin fleet, and a discredit to the brand. My long term love affair with VAA has taken a bit a a knock recently with what seems increasingly penny-pinching chipping away at the service and some less than stellar delivery by in-flight teams. I still love the brand and want it to keep succeeding, but if I happened to be on another flight run by this one guy it could actually be the final nail in the coffin.
I'd be interested to know if anyone else recognises the performance from their own experiences, and what you think if you do.