This is a Trip Report from the Upper Class cabin
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Unfortunately started the morning on a bit of a low, with one of our chauffeured cars being unable to get to one of our pick up points. Bearing in mind, the car company in question’s customer service team had been informed weeks ago that there would be road closures due to the olympic road race and I was even nice enough to give them a bell the day before pickup to suggest a route to them and confirm mobile numbers of those in the car in question in case of problems. Still, they failed. I received the call 10 mins before pickup that the driver was trapped in a road by some stewards that clearly thought he was trying to join in with the cyclists!! Long story short they would no longer be able to pick those traveling with me up, but not to panic.. there wouldn’t be a cancellation charge

Regardless, I was picked up on time, whizzed through drive-thru checkin, was through security and into the lounge in short order. If my traveling companions wish to moan about this company that shall remain nameless, they can write their own TR

The clubhouse, service wise, was a tad disappointing with it taking ages to even be approached. When I was finally seen, drinks arrived quickly and then the server disappeared again, no doubt a fire to attend to. I asked the next server to walk past for a refill and she promptly informed me that she would find the server covering my section..... she clearly failed as I saw her skulking off towards the library later on.. maybe the fire was in there?!? I opted to move to the restaurant, sat down on one of their big tables that appears to be on permanent reserve in the hopes of needing the space for the people I was traveling with. Thankfully they arrived a few minutes later and we tucked into a well earned breakfast and a few drinks. Boarding was called on time and we wandered the corridors of Heathrow to Gate 20. Boarding was not very well organised with a massive queue out of the door and moody BAA agents milling about, had to push past a few families to get through to the priority boarding channel - the aforementioned BAA “helpers” stood around chatting about anything else completely ignoring the queue that had formed down the corridor. A few glares as we headed to priority boarding, met with equal stares from our group - clearly in no mood to be blocked out. All boarding done through door B and in no time I was sitting in 5K with a glass of champagne in hand.
I was approached by one of the two FSMs to ask if I was ok with the seat and knew what I was doing basically. No intro by name and no welcome back..




With the IFE back in action the rest of the journey was relatively uneventful, just sat back and enjoyed the flight - a few drink runs, a mini-burger and afternoon tea. The new menu layout is starting to grow on me, but I do see it as a lot of showmanship and less of a service. Next up, time for IAD immigration...
Well, I have heard all kinds of horror stories about IAD immigration, so was ready to make the mad dash off the plane into the moonbuggy next to the driver (thank you v-flyer). Result, we scored the first few seats and were sitting there happily laughing as people were moved down the bus. Gotta say it was a fun little experience being driven to immigration, although the driver’s commentary was a bit weird. As the doors opened I readied myself for the sight of massive queues, crying children and disinterested CBP officers... well, the hall was empty, every desk was staffed and I was through in 4 minutes - new track record?
Cases retrieved from the conveyor and out to be greeted by the driver. At least this one showed up.

Thanks for reading
