Virgin Money

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular customer of Virgin Money bank, Mr. Smith, had an unusual encounter one morning. ‘Did you see that?’ he exclaimed to the teller, pointing towards the street. ‘What did I miss?’ asked the teller curiously. ‘The ATM just smiled at me!’ ‘Really?’ laughed the teller, shaking her head. A delivery driver then walked in, muttering under his breath, “That’s the third time today!” The teller winked at Mr. Smith and said, “Welcome to Virgin Money—where even our ATMs seem happy to see you.”

2. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Virgin Money’s downtown branch. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd in the backseat—a small, dusty violin case. He opened it curiously and found an old, tattered sheet music inside with just one note scribbled on it—an A. Just then, the door behind him opened, and an elderly gentleman walked out, saying, ‘Finally, someone found my violin!’ The delivery driver smiled sheepishly and replied, ‘Sir, I think you left it here last week.’

3. A delivery driver pulled up to Virgin Money's downtown branch with a large crate marked ‘Important Documents.’ As he unloaded it onto the pavement, something glinted in the sun—a small metal box wrapped in brown paper. Curious passersby gathered around, and soon word spread that inside might be hidden treasure. As curiosity grew, someone suggested cutting open the package. A minute later, out popped not gold coins but a single old key—with no clue where it unlocked. The crowd laughed and dispersed, leaving behind only the mystery of who would claim the enigmatic key from Virgin Money’s unexpected treasure hunt.

4. A little girl walked into her grandmother’s neighborhood bank, Virgin Money, and pointed excitedly at something on the counter. ‘Granny,’ she whispered, ‘why is that man counting feathers?’ The teller smiled gently. 'Oh, darling,' she said softly, 'that's not a man—he's our new feather delivery guy. He brings us boxes of colorful feathers for our seasonal displays.' The little girl giggled, understanding dawning in her eyes. 'I see!' she exclaimed, 'he must be very busy then.' And so began the town legend of the bank with the feather-counting delivery driver.