Vertu - With a Concierge service
Discussion
At an average price of many thousands, with the top model being upward of £50,000 (£200,000 for the most expensive one off), I wondered what the point of the Vertu phone was... gold, diamonds, all well and good, but it's a phone.
Then I read that you get a years subscription to a Virtu Concierge service with every new phone - you have a special button on the phone to call this Concierge and ask them for any request.
Aparently the most outlandish request was to arrange dinner with the queen. They managed to secure tickets to see the Queen, which included dinner.
So... What would you ask for, if you had the Virtu Concierge service for a weekend?
Over to you...
Then I read that you get a years subscription to a Virtu Concierge service with every new phone - you have a special button on the phone to call this Concierge and ask them for any request.
Aparently the most outlandish request was to arrange dinner with the queen. They managed to secure tickets to see the Queen, which included dinner.
So... What would you ask for, if you had the Virtu Concierge service for a weekend?
Over to you...
do you have to pay for what you asked for on top of the concierge service? i.e. did they get dinner with HM for free?
i'd ask for a nuclear sub for a week + skeleton crew. preferably russian crew as they'd be up for a party. uniforms for me, a few mates and a couple of dozen busty 'models'. plenty of booze, drugs & food. harbour clearance for monaco and a diplomatic passport for when it all goes tits up.
i'd ask for a nuclear sub for a week + skeleton crew. preferably russian crew as they'd be up for a party. uniforms for me, a few mates and a couple of dozen busty 'models'. plenty of booze, drugs & food. harbour clearance for monaco and a diplomatic passport for when it all goes tits up.
I would assume the weekend to start Friday at 5.30pm?
Friday:
I’d first of all get them to book myself and guests for dinner at The Ivy, London for about 7.30pm. I’d then get them to book in myself and guests to Maya, London and to fix up a tab behind the bar. Of course I will need some sleep so a quick call to The Ritz to get myself a honeymoon suite for myself and the lucky lady I pick up in Maya with a private car (probably a Maybach) to collect us from the club.
Saturday:
Okay, so I slept in. Afternoon tea @ The Ritz and a quick call to book myself an appointment at Lamborghini, Old Brompton Road, South Kensington and the Maybach to take us there. I’ve now realised that this girl I’ve met is now going to be my wife. So I buy her a Lamborghini. I find them a bit too ‘common’ for my liking so I get a private jet booked up from City Airport to take a look at a Veyron in Oman.. I need some new threads first so I get the concierge to give old Fayed a ring to let him know I’m on my way and concierge can organise me a personal shopper. My flight leaves at 9pm with dinner served on the plane. Only the 3 bottles of Dom for me and the ‘missus’. Manage to make a request to get hold of De Beers.
Sunday:
Al Bustan Palace was well booked up by the concierge. Well chuffed with that. I enjoyed the Maybach so much that I got them to ship the car over with me. They said they could collect me from the airport in a similar car, but I’m not really a fan of white cars. Even if it is a Phantom. I didn’t buy a Veyron, no. I bought 2. One as a collectors piece and the other as my daily 3 mile slogger. I get a return call from De Beers who have just the item I was looking for.
On my way back to London I got them to book up the Oxo Tower. Notice I said THE. Yes, very romantic. Managed to get Take That to perform up there for us as well (womens taste, eugh!). I managed to get the kitchen to put the ring in her treacle tart. Of course, she said yes.
So that was my average weekend anyway.
Friday:
I’d first of all get them to book myself and guests for dinner at The Ivy, London for about 7.30pm. I’d then get them to book in myself and guests to Maya, London and to fix up a tab behind the bar. Of course I will need some sleep so a quick call to The Ritz to get myself a honeymoon suite for myself and the lucky lady I pick up in Maya with a private car (probably a Maybach) to collect us from the club.
Saturday:
Okay, so I slept in. Afternoon tea @ The Ritz and a quick call to book myself an appointment at Lamborghini, Old Brompton Road, South Kensington and the Maybach to take us there. I’ve now realised that this girl I’ve met is now going to be my wife. So I buy her a Lamborghini. I find them a bit too ‘common’ for my liking so I get a private jet booked up from City Airport to take a look at a Veyron in Oman.. I need some new threads first so I get the concierge to give old Fayed a ring to let him know I’m on my way and concierge can organise me a personal shopper. My flight leaves at 9pm with dinner served on the plane. Only the 3 bottles of Dom for me and the ‘missus’. Manage to make a request to get hold of De Beers.
Sunday:
Al Bustan Palace was well booked up by the concierge. Well chuffed with that. I enjoyed the Maybach so much that I got them to ship the car over with me. They said they could collect me from the airport in a similar car, but I’m not really a fan of white cars. Even if it is a Phantom. I didn’t buy a Veyron, no. I bought 2. One as a collectors piece and the other as my daily 3 mile slogger. I get a return call from De Beers who have just the item I was looking for.
On my way back to London I got them to book up the Oxo Tower. Notice I said THE. Yes, very romantic. Managed to get Take That to perform up there for us as well (womens taste, eugh!). I managed to get the kitchen to put the ring in her treacle tart. Of course, she said yes.
So that was my average weekend anyway.
ytrebil said:
I would assume the weekend to start Friday at 5.30pm?
Friday:
I’d first of all get them to book myself and guests for dinner at The Ivy, London for about 7.30pm. I’d then get them to book in myself and guests to Maya, London and to fix up a tab behind the bar. Of course I will need some sleep so a quick call to The Ritz to get myself a honeymoon suite for myself and the lucky lady I pick up in Maya with a private car (probably a Maybach) to collect us from the club.
Saturday:
Okay, so I slept in. Afternoon tea @ The Ritz and a quick call to book myself an appointment at Lamborghini, Old Brompton Road, South Kensington and the Maybach to take us there. I’ve now realised that this girl I’ve met is now going to be my wife. So I buy her a Lamborghini. I find them a bit too ‘common’ for my liking so I get a private jet booked up from City Airport to take a look at a Veyron in Oman.. I need some new threads first so I get the concierge to give old Fayed a ring to let him know I’m on my way and concierge can organise me a personal shopper. My flight leaves at 9pm with dinner served on the plane. Only the 3 bottles of Dom for me and the ‘missus’. Manage to make a request to get hold of De Beers.
Sunday:
Al Bustan Palace was well booked up by the concierge. Well chuffed with that. I enjoyed the Maybach so much that I got them to ship the car over with me. They said they could collect me from the airport in a similar car, but I’m not really a fan of white cars. Even if it is a Phantom. I didn’t buy a Veyron, no. I bought 2. One as a collectors piece and the other as my daily 3 mile slogger. I get a return call from De Beers who have just the item I was looking for.
On my way back to London I got them to book up the Oxo Tower. Notice I said THE. Yes, very romantic. Managed to get Take That to perform up there for us as well (womens taste, eugh!). I managed to get the kitchen to put the ring in her treacle tart. Of course, she said yes.
So that was my average weekend anyway.
10/10, top effort - very good Friday:
I’d first of all get them to book myself and guests for dinner at The Ivy, London for about 7.30pm. I’d then get them to book in myself and guests to Maya, London and to fix up a tab behind the bar. Of course I will need some sleep so a quick call to The Ritz to get myself a honeymoon suite for myself and the lucky lady I pick up in Maya with a private car (probably a Maybach) to collect us from the club.
Saturday:
Okay, so I slept in. Afternoon tea @ The Ritz and a quick call to book myself an appointment at Lamborghini, Old Brompton Road, South Kensington and the Maybach to take us there. I’ve now realised that this girl I’ve met is now going to be my wife. So I buy her a Lamborghini. I find them a bit too ‘common’ for my liking so I get a private jet booked up from City Airport to take a look at a Veyron in Oman.. I need some new threads first so I get the concierge to give old Fayed a ring to let him know I’m on my way and concierge can organise me a personal shopper. My flight leaves at 9pm with dinner served on the plane. Only the 3 bottles of Dom for me and the ‘missus’. Manage to make a request to get hold of De Beers.
Sunday:
Al Bustan Palace was well booked up by the concierge. Well chuffed with that. I enjoyed the Maybach so much that I got them to ship the car over with me. They said they could collect me from the airport in a similar car, but I’m not really a fan of white cars. Even if it is a Phantom. I didn’t buy a Veyron, no. I bought 2. One as a collectors piece and the other as my daily 3 mile slogger. I get a return call from De Beers who have just the item I was looking for.
On my way back to London I got them to book up the Oxo Tower. Notice I said THE. Yes, very romantic. Managed to get Take That to perform up there for us as well (womens taste, eugh!). I managed to get the kitchen to put the ring in her treacle tart. Of course, she said yes.
So that was my average weekend anyway.

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