Firstly, I’m not overly accustomed to first class plane travel, and let’s face it – unless your business is paying or you’re seriously wealthy – not many of us are, especially in times of ‘fly cheap, stay chic’ and, of course, when you’d be looking at paying around £6,000 for the privilege. That said, following this experience, I’ll be trying everything I can to ensure that I do in future, because needless to say, it’s an experience that you want to repeat. Again, and again. As with the whole Clubhouse experience, it really is the service which strikes you. Upon boarding I’m, again, welcomed with a never-ending glass of champagne, and after a week at Glastonbury this could spell danger, if of course it wasn’t for the bed. Oh, the bed, but I’ll come to that in a minute….

Because, well it would be rude not to experience the bar wouldn’t it – remember, there’s always the bed. Rude not to mention, as you don’t often see a cocktail bar on a plane, not unless you’re Roman Abramovich, and I’m always fond of a bar, wherever it may be. Olives, snacks, cocktails, champagne, beers – it was, perhaps, a good thing for Mr Branson’s profit margin that I had just come off the back of those 6 days in a field in Somerset and frankly just needed to sleep. So, that’s what I set about doing – once the ridiculously attentive steward had converted my 6ft 6″ bed for me, and at 6ft 4″ myself, and so used to contemplating amputation whenever I set foot on a plane, this was nice. Very nice…..

Hard to sleep on an empty stomach though don’t you agree? So, I sleepily nodded in agreement when asked if I would be dining from the “Freedom Menu” and was, as the name suggests, presented with a choice of thoroughly decent dining options – something else I’m frankly unfamiliar with at 30,000ft. Smoked salmon salad, ham hock and a respectable selection of cheese and biscuits were promptly delivered, along with more champagne and, well, some more champagne. This all took place whilst I finally got a chance to catch Banksy’s really quite brilliant ‘Exit Through The Gift Shop’ – one of literally dozens of brand new films to watch on my multi-directional 10.4″ screen. Then, it was finally time for my much, much needed sleep. Next stop, New York…..