Virgin Atlantic: In-Flight Food

This letter about Virgin Atlantic onboard catering is probably the most widely published complaint letter of all time.  It was written by advertising executive, Oliver Beale.  Rumour has it that Sir Richard offered Oliver a job after he read the letter.

Dear Mr Branson

REF: Mumbai to Heathrow 7th December 2008

I love the Virgin brand, I really do which is why I continue to use it despite a series of unfortunate incidents over the last few years. This latest incident takes the biscuit.

Ironically, by the end of the flight I would have gladly paid over a thousand rupees1 for a single biscuit following the culinary journey of hell I was subjected to at the hands of your corporation.

Look at this Richard. Just look at it:

I imagine the same questions are racing through your brilliant mind as were racing through mine on that fateful day. What is this? Why have I been given it? What have I done to deserve this? And, which one is the starter, which one is the desert?

You don’t get to a position like yours Richard with anything less than a generous sprinkling of observational power so I KNOW you will have spotted the tomato next to the two yellow shafts of sponge on the left. Yes, it’s next to the sponge shaft without the green paste. That’s got to be the clue hasn’t it. No sane person would serve a desert with a tomato would they.

virgin atlantic complaint which is dessert
virgin atlantic complaint bhajji toast

Well answer me this Richard, what sort of animal would serve a desert with peas in? I know it looks like a bhajji2 but it’s in custard Richard, custard. It must be the pudding. Well you’ll be fascinated to hear that it wasn’t custard. It was a sour gel with a clear oil on top. It’s only redeeming feature was that it managed to be so alien to my palette that it took away the taste of the curry emanating from our miscellaneous central cuboid of beige matter. Perhaps the meal on the left might be the desert after all.

Anyway, this is all irrelevant at the moment. I was raised strictly but neatly by my parents and if they knew I had started desert before the main course, a sponge shaft would be the least of my worries. So lets peel back the tin-foil on the main dish and see what’s on offer.

I’ll try and explain how this felt. Imagine being a twelve year old boy Richard. Now imagine it’s Christmas morning and you’re sat their with your final present to open. It’s a big one, and you know what it is. It’s that Goodmans stereo you picked out the catalogue and wrote to Santa about.

Only you open the present and it’s not in there. It’s your hamster Richard. It’s your hamster in the box and it’s not breathing. That’s how I felt when I peeled back the foil and saw this:

Now I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking it’s more of that Bhajji custard. I admit I thought the same too, but no. It’s mustard Richard. MUSTARD. More mustard than any man could consume in a month. On the left we have a piece of broccoli and some peppers in a brown glue-like oil and on the right the chef had prepared some mashed potato. The potato masher had obviously broken and so it was decided the next best thing would be to pass the potatoes through the digestive tract of a bird.

virgin atlantic complaint main course

Once it was regurgitated it was clearly then blended and mixed with a bit of mustard. Everybody likes a bit of mustard Richard.

By now I was actually starting to feel a little hypoglycaemic.3 I needed a sugar hit. Luckily there was a small cookie provided. It had caught my eye earlier due to it’s baffling presentation:

It appears to be in an evidence bag from the scene of a crime. A CRIME AGAINST BLOODY COOKING.

Either that or some sort of back-street underground cookie, purchased off a gun-toting maniac high on his own supply of yeast. You certainly wouldn’t want to be caught carrying one of these through customs. Imagine biting into a piece of brass Richard. That would be softer on the teeth than the specimen above.

I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was relax but obviously I had to sit with that mess in front of me for half an hour. 

I swear the sponge shafts moved at one point.

Once cleared, I decided to relax with a bit of your world-famous onboard entertainment. I switched it on:

I apologise for the quality of the photo, it’s just it was incredibly hard to capture Boris Johnson’s4 face through the flickering white lines running up and down the screen.

Perhaps it would be better on another channel.

virgin atlantic complaint boris

Is that Ray Liotta?5 A question I found myself asking over and over again throughout the gruelling half-hour I attempted to watch the film like this. After that I switched off. I’d had enough. I was the hungriest I’d been in my adult life and I had a splitting headache from squinting at a crackling screen.

My only option was to simply stare at the seat in front and wait for either food, or sleep. Neither came for an incredibly long time.

But when it did it surpassed my wildest expectations:

Yes! It’s another crime-scene cookie. Only this time you dunk it in the white stuff.

Richard…. What is that white stuff? It looked like it was going to be yoghurt. It finally dawned on me what it was after staring at it. It was a mixture between the Baaji custard and the Mustard sauce. It reminded me of my first week at university. I had overheard that you could make a drink by mixing vodka and refreshers. I lied to my new friends and told them I’d done it loads of times. When I attempted to make the drink in a big bowl it formed a cheese Richard, a cheese. That cheese looked a lot like your bhajji-mustard.

virgin crime scene cookie 2

So that was that Richard. I didn’t eat a bloody thing. My only question is: How can you live like this? I can’t imagine what dinner round your house is like, it must be like something out of a nature documentary.

As I said at the start I love your brand, I really do. It’s just a shame such a simple thing could bring it crashing to it’s knees and begging for sustenance.

Yours Sincerely,

Oliver Beale

If you enjoyed the Virgin Atlantic complaint, you simply MUST read James Lockley’s letter to Ryanair featuring characters including Middle Gimp and Vacant. Hilarious.

Or head over to the homepage to see the most recent funny complaint letters on Dear Customer Relations


  1. The rupee is a very old currency and has been around in India and neighbouring countries since the 16thC.  Its name is derived from the old Sanskrit word for ‘silver coin’. 1,000 rupees is worth a little less than £10, or $16 

  2. For American readers: A bhajji is a spicy Indian snack food a bit like Pakora.  Basically, you chop some onions and mix them into a dough made or rice flour and gram flour and chuck in some spices, massage it all together and drop in a deep fat fryer.  They are eaten as a sarter to Indian curry meals throughout the UK.  They would go down a storm in Mississippi 

  3. Hypoglycaemia (or hypoglycemia or hypoglycæmia)  is a medical emergency that involves an abnormally diminished content of glucose in the blood. The term literally means low blood sugar.  It is usually resolved with the urgent consumption of carbohydrate.  Mustard just doesn’t do it 

  4. For American readers: Boris Johnson has been the Prime Minister in the UK since 2019 but at the time of the letter, was Mayor of London.  He is from aristocratic stock and is in fact a direct descendant of King George 2nd of England. He read classics at Oxford and went on to become the editor of The Spectator magazine in 1999 before serving as a member of parliament. Strange then that he always seems to be such a bloody idiot! For someone as follically challenged as me, he has an annoying amount of hair – and it looks like he faces away from the mirror when he gets it cut 

  5. For UK readers: Ray Liotta is an American actor born in Noowuck, Noo Joysey, and is best known for his portrayal of real-life mobster Henry Hill in Martin Scorsese’s film Goodfellas.  However, I don’t think it is Ray Liotta on the broken TV. I think it might be Steve Cougan 

7 thoughts on “Virgin Atlantic: In-Flight Food”

  1. I concede your correspondent had a lousy time with his airline meal, but there’s no reason to take it out on the poor old English language…

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  2. This wasn’t a complaint letter, it was a GIFT! I started my day laughing my %^& off! Really one of te funniest thing I ave ever read!

    I am now a fan of yours!

    (so watch out, I am also a stalker!)

    Hah, just joking.

    But I am gonna read your book.

    And the mullet: Yours wasn’t a mullet, it was a MULLET!!!

    Rock on!

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  3. Where do you find the time to write so in depth about this? This write up could be a part of your cv to apply for the position as taster on master chef.

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  4. my name is jacob dyer and i live in bristol. it is fantastic. i sound like barnaby bear. i like barnaby bear. one time he went to france. i went to france. but some kid burnt my neck. i didnt like it.

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  5. ROFLOL, that is HORRIFIC, but I applaud you my friend….or mysterious stranger…. absolutely Horrific, I don’t think I shall ever think the same about air plane food ever again

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