This is a Trip Report from the Upper Class cabin
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MO and a final week at Muze in New York, it was time to go home. To be honest after a week of the muggy heat and madness of the big apple I was ready for it. Though I will be back after discovering the Hells Kitchen area.
We arranged a Sedan pick up long before our trip, so it was a little irksome to find they got the time wrong and "they hade decided" to come later because we really didn't need to be there so early, turned out there was roadworks and the driver didn't seem over confident of the alternative route, nor was she aware that i speak spanish and could well understand the satnav's frantic requests for her to turn around lol. We got there 70 mins before close. As a foot note don't get me started on Dial 7 for our pick up on arrival in NYC..what a shower, moral of the story don't economise on executive travel lol.
Check in was a bit frantic, its the first time I have seen so many people desperate for an upgrade at the last minute and totally painful in their repeat efforts to get one and in doing so holding up everyone else. Also the first time I ever saw so many people ferried about on electric cars and demanding to be taken on first only later to be seen skipping about departures at the gate and shoving their way forward. One man was pushing Steve so hard the posts by the rope were falling over, Steve said excuse me are you in Upper Class, NO he bellowed I have a stick! which he brandished, Steve just said Oh isn't it lovely. Just as an observation and nothing else it seemed all the people demanding electric cars etc and well able to be scrum halves at the gate itself were of eastern decent, never noticed before.
My seat was fine, picked the usual just slightly to one side of the wardrobe so i could habg our coats up and put roll ons inside. One person best described as some kind of English oik came in with a child and his American partner/wife, very vocal about the fact he could not see his son because of the wardrobe, the mother didn't want to swap with him because it would have strained her neck to see him. He kicked up a fuss about this and blocked the entrance for other people coming on trying to sort it, with a very Ian Duncan Smith accent he said well whoever comes in can swap and if they don't swap they are XXXX put your own expletive. Turned out the flight was made interesting by them in the end, questioning the quality of the champers demanding to see the bottle to "proove" it was not sparkling wine, then demanding to see another, and this went on throughout the flight.
The food was pretty much pants again for me but this time I was slightly to blame because if I had picked the beef instead of the chicken i would have enjoyed it much more.
The cabin crew were just a delight, and the FSM was a joy to listen to with his lovely italian accent...swoon lol. It might just be me but it seemed like the crew were paying more attention to me than most, laughing joking and chatting, it was just lovely.
My suite on Bubbles was all in order, i loved the table that popped out all by itself, i was tempted to push it back in and just keep pressing the button again

Being my first ever morning flight it was the first time I ever had my breakfast first and I have to say the Bacon Buttie is much nicer at the beginning of the flight than the end, Steve was offered a second, i declined out of some silly politeness but wished I had had another really lol.
Flight was pretty much perfect, IFE went pearshaped but a 20 min reboot corrected it, baggage came off pretty quick and we were crowded by the crew chattin and giggling with us at the conveyor belt.
Apart from the chaotic check-in and below par food the flight was a joy.
And as for the oik, the cabin crew deserved a medal for keeping that smile going after everything they did being nit-picked and questioned.