What's in a name?

The Commuter was complaining that he was suffering from a stiff neck on the train journey to work one morning this week; so much so that reading the paper was an impossible task. Instantly spying a business opportunity I suggested a team of mobile masseurs that travel on the commuter trains offering professional neck massages to alleviate the spinal tension of business professionals as they travelled to work in the mornings, and also as they return home in the evening. A small fee of, say, £5 seemed a reasonable return for this vital service.

The Commuter disagreed saying that he'd only pay £2, which would make the whole venture financially unworkable. After arguing over the cost / stress relief benefits for a while he proposed a counter suggestion to a paid for service. What if a company, such as Virgin Trains, were to employ the masseurs directly and offer their services as a perk, an enticement, to their First Class passengers? Then that would truly be a First Class Virgin.

First Class Virgin? That sounds like a long service award, something that should be awarded to someone for services to virginity .. .. .. does Ann Widdicombe count? The Commuter looked across the table, stared me in the eye and told me he thought that Ann Widdicombe looked like a man, Man Widdicombe if you like.