Sat. Oct 5th, 2024
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FLYING business class means nothing unless people you went to school with a decade ago know about it. Here’s how to broadcast your briefly exalted status:  

Leave the tags on your case 

Carefully position the Upper Class tag facing upwards on your bag. Wheel it into the office and leave it next to your desk all day, even if there are lockers. Never mention it. Just watch everyone clock it. 

Post it on Facebook 

You are currently in the BA first class lounge at Heathrow terminal 5? Then you must check in. Funny how you never feel the urge to share your location from your speed awareness course or the STD clinic. 

Spend hours in the lounge 

Did you know the Virgin Clubhouse offers massages and showers? I bet they love you getting there five hours early in order to spend the entire day dicking about scoffing free pretzels and leafing through every magazine. 

Bang on about your credit card 

You accumulate air miles via your credit card? That’s great. But do we need to hear about it every time you pay for anything? And you never mention it costs you £200 a year and the APR is 197 per cent. 

Take the whole family 

To really out-wanker other flyers, upgrade your whole family. Nothing says ‘I’ve got air miles to burn’ like a casual Instagram photo of a tiny toddler perched in a vast flat-bed leather seat. 

Ignore any downsides 

Emirates gave you a special card for flying so much with them? It means you can skip the queue? You still had to cumulatively spend days of your life in Dubai airport, a vapid mall in the middle of a desert, from which your soul can never recover. Oh, and your carbon emissions have killed 40 giant pandas. 

Complain incessantly if you ever have to fly economy 

If life ever goes badly wrong and you find yourself turning right instead of left, make this clear by asking ‘When do you come round with the champagne?’ ‘I haven’t been given my pyjamas?’ and ‘What do you mean, £12 for a microwaved bacon roll and mini Pringles?’ Affect not to notice everyone smirking under their non-cashmere flight blankets. 

By Kevin Gower

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