Well, I did it. I sprung for First Class on the train yesterday. And if you don’t believe me, here’s the evidence.
£15 it cost me, and I can’t say it was worth the money. Ok, so the seats were nice and big, and you got free tea, coffee, and a packet of crisps, but I had to go fetch it myself because they were short staffed, and I had to have it black as they had no soya milk (not very vegan friendly, Virgin trains). Plus, since it was the weekend and any Tom, Dick and Harry (like me) can get a cheap upgrade, I had to move carriages twice; once when a bunch of lads with loads of beer and nothing but football on their minds came and sat next to me; and once because the tannoy system on the Quiet Carriage was (ironically) giving off a high pitched whine all the time. So in conclusion, First Class, not all it’s cracked up to be, but at least I tried something new, which makes this week a success. Happy with that.