Disclaimer: This is not a sponsored post, sadly. Just my personal experience. Virgin didn’t pay me to say nice things – although if they’d like to, my DMs are open.

Oh Yes People, I Finally Made It (Well, Kind Of)

So, it finally happened. Business trip, first class upgrade, living like the bougie elite. I wish I could say this is my new normal, but let’s be real – most days I’m flying “economy chaos class” with three bambinos climbing over me.

But this time? Solo. No bambinos. Just me and my suitcase. Honestly, walking through Heathrow without anyone asking for snacks every two minutes felt… weird. Like when you suddenly don’t hear the baby crying and you panic, only to realise – oh right, I’m not even at home.

The Bougie Check-In (Cue Fergie’s Glamorous)

Because Virgin Atlantic First Class is apparently a different world, we got our own check-in desk, our own security lane, and I swear a faint waft of expensive perfume drifted in the air as I walked through. In my head, Fergie was on repeat: “If you ain’t got no money, take yo’ broke…” (you know the rest).

Of course, in true real-life fashion, the very bougie security machine broke down. So instead of gliding effortlessly through like Beyoncé on tour, we stood there awkwardly for 20 minutes while they rebooted the system. Nothing screams first class like standing in a queue pretending to be too posh to notice you’re in a queue.

The Virgin Clubhouse: Bougie with a Capital B

Once through, we strolled into the Virgin Atlantic First Class Clubhouse – and let me tell you, this place makes duty-free shopping look like Poundland.

Workspaces with charging pads, snazzy window seats for plane spotting, and a QR code menu with a food selection so fancy I finally understood why people cough up thousands for this. I ordered a veggie breakfast (sausages that didn’t taste like plastic = already winning at life), a mystery smoothie, and of course, a latte… because first class me doesn’t drink instant.

And let’s not forget the sleeping pods. I can’t remember the last time I had a decent night’s sleep without someone jumping on the bed, so just looking at those little cocoons of silence nearly made me emotional. I didn’t dare lie down – feared I might never get up again.

Boarding Like a VIP

When boarding was called, we didn’t shuffle into a tunnel like the rest of humanity. Oh no. We were put on a bus, whisked across the tarmac, and then strutted up the stairs straight onto the aircraft like rockstars.

I plonked myself into my bougie window seat, still humming Glamorous (because I’m that girl now). Menu in hand, I suddenly had choices… real choices! Starter: smoked salmon and bread. Main: minted pea tortellini. Dessert: apricot & lavender cake. Move over, Pret sandwich.

Tea in a Mug (Game Changer)

The TV was the size of my living room wall, controllable by phone, so obviously I went full content-creator mode, testing all the gadgets while shovelling in food.

Highlight of the whole experience? Tea and coffee served in an actual mug. Like, ceramic. Not a thimble-sized plastic cup that burns your fingers. I nearly cried into my Yorkshire Tea it was that beautiful.

Mile High Nap & Afternoon Tea

Then came the part I’d been dreaming of – turning my seat into a bed. A whole bed. With bedding. I tucked myself in, whispered a quiet “don’t wake me” prayer, and drifted off into the most glorious snooze.

Woke up to… wait for it… ice cream, followed by mile high afternoon tea. Scones, sandwiches, the works. It felt illegal to be this pampered 35,000 feet above ground.

Touchdown with Style

After some lounge chats with the lovely air hostesses (including one off-duty who just fancied a natter about our business), we landed, glided off the plane, and – cherry on top – my luggage was first off the carousel. If you know, you know: this is peak luxury.

Final Thoughts: Future Said It Best

So, was it worth it? Absolutely. If money was no option, I’d happily live this life just for the food, mugs of tea, and the promise of uninterrupted sleep.

Or, in the wise words of Future: “I can get used to this.”

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