So Monday evening took me Manchesterfordwards to do some coaching on the Tuesday morning. Virgin trains - First Class don't you know. It's just such a funny thing. They pretend to be an airline - stewards standing by the doors as you get on. And of course Virgin Atlantic are a wonderful airline..bu then as son as the service starts - some Manchester Sapper flinging tea fro, a pot and hoping it finds your cup. Choice of curry pie or egg and spinach sandwich hurled at you like a throw in the world Frisbee championships, and complimentary drinks rushed through the carriage on the "stop me and try and find one' principle" you realise that this is first class for chavs and scallys.
The Manchester tones can be welcoming in the right situation, but placed in the mouth of a customer service operative, or whatever grand title has been bestowed on them, who is pushing forty, hasn't seen a hairdresser in weeks and thinks that etiquette is some sort of eating kit, the full horror of "tea, coffee, something to eat" can cause even the most seasoned traveller to quake. Couple this with the fact that the speed at which they pass through the carriage means you probably won be able to stop them in the first place, and there is a lot to be said for standard class and a walk to the buffet.
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