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OTG judging panel

If you think the contestants on TV’s MasterChef are under pressure, you want to attend the OTG ‘Iron Chef’ competition at the airport restaurateur’s annual Business Partner Trade Show (currently on in Nassau, the Bahamas, and to which I gave the keynote address at the day one conference).

Like the American television series of the same name, OTG’s twist on the Iron Chef theme involves a cook-off under time pressure. But whereas the TV version involves two chefs going head-to-head over one hour, this one was fought out between teams from OTG’s various airport restaurants, who had just 15 minutes to select their ingredients (including a secret component, pork loin, hidden from view till the last second), decide on their dish, cook it and present it plated to the four-person judging panel. Not only that, they also had to produce a world-class burger in the same time frame.

“No pressure then,” as OTG Founder & CEO Rick Blatstein told them.

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[Gird your loins: As the chefs and guests look on, the ingredients are shown on the table with the secret component, pork loin, still hidden]

I was privileged to be one of the judges – surely the only foodie judge in the world expected to sample six culinary concoctions and six burgers in around five minutes frenzied assessment time who doesn’t have a stomach…

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[Grab and go: 15 minutes and counting...]

“Eat slowly,” my doctors told me after my operation in 2010. For a few minutes in culinary wonderland I had to dispense with that advice, sampling each and every delight while judging them on criteria such as presentation, taste and creativity.

While all this cooking and tasting was going on, four OTG mixologists were shaking (and stirring) things up  in the simultaneous ‘Iron Bartender’ competition, where once more they had to use a secret ingredient.

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Once the chefs and mixologists were under starting orders, all hell broke loose, beginning with a rush to the ingredients (ranging from Yucca to Vermont chocolate for the dishes; agave to Bourbon for the cocktails) and then the beginning of the great creative process.

Watching the six cooking teams squeezed on to the stage, I remarked to Rick Blatstein that it must be difficult working in such space constraints. “No, this is the biggest kitchen space they’ll ever work in!” he replied, reminding me of the very real physical limits on cooking in most airport restaurants.

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What followed was an exemplary example of team work. I got up real close and personal with all six teams, taking in the marvellous aromas, watching in wonder the skill and flair of a series of individuals who all worked in perfect, mostly silent, harmony, sometimes with the odd joke piercing the pressure bubble. “Five minutes to go Chefs!” barked the compere. This was pressure cooker stuff, made all the more intense by being watched in an open kitchen by a big crowd of enthralled guests.

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The results were a thing of wonder. There’s a whole lot of creativity, class and commitment out there in the OTG network. Little wonder that the company has taken the airport foodie world by storm in recent years with its commitment to innovation, investment and new technology. Team McCormick from Washington DCA was judged the ultimate winner for a brilliantly presented, glorious tasting main dish and a burger that just melted in the mouth. But it was a close-run thing and any one of the offers would have graced any high-quality downtown restaurant.

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I chose a light, jammy MacMurray Pinot Noir (owned by Gallo) from the Russian River Valley to accompany the dishes (perfect with the pork and a good Pinot always works with a rare to medium-rare burger). But just a sip or two into it, I was forced to change choice of tipple as four incredibly varied (one’s glass was presented in a sock) technicolour cocktails were presented to me. Another (pictured below) even came in a single steel container with a straw for each judge and an accompanying iPhone so that the judges could order another  (OTG is the pioneer of using iPads in gate rooms to order meals for delivery).

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The winning cocktail (below) from a young mixologist wunderkind called Theo Lieberman contained agave and grated cinnamon and rates as one of the best cocktails I have tried in years.

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[Cooking up a storm: With the winning chefs]

Like a top-class cocktail, my working life as a travel retail Publisher has many elements. Yesterday here they all came together to perfection, leaving me stirred not shaken, alive to the magic power of possibility. In the evening I dined at the wonderfully named Poop Deck in Nassau, where I dined out on the balcony (tasted a bit woody, frankly) and ate the biggest, best-cooked snapper (reminds me of an joke about Hannibal Lector eating a photographer but let’s not go there) of my life, washed down with a glass or three of chilled KWV Sauvignon Blanc from South Africa – an irresistible combination. Life simply doesn’t get much better.

Well… hold on… take a look below at the view from The Moodie Report Interim Nassau Bureau. Correction. Life just did.

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[Digital signage: There were plenty of other events going on yesterday at the Atlantis Royal. Deciding I might be too squeamish for the American Association for Hand Surgery's 'joint meeting', I  headed instead for the OTG show, which was handy enough]

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There are worse views, considerably so, than the one I woke up to at The Moodie Report Interim Bureau in Nassau, the Bahamas this morning.

I’m staying at The Cove Atlantis and while it’s a pretty modest 22 degrees here today, that’s a whole lot warmer than the bitter 3 degrees I left behind in London.

I’m here to deliver a keynote address at US airport restaurateur and retailer OTG’s annual  business partners meeting, which kicks off tomorrow morning, culminating in a gala event on Thursday night.

I flew in via Miami International Airport and thanks to a delayed onwards flight to Nassau had the chance to view some of the food & beverage offer at the Florida gateway. As always with US airports, there’s a lot of it (in outlet as well as portion terms) but the quality fluctuates wildly.

Wanting to stay reasonably close to my gate I opted for the pretty basic Islander Bar & Grill, where the food was fresh, fulsome and fair value. I chose a bowl of Bahamian Conch Fritters washed down with a nice chilled Kalik Gold beer from the Bahamas to get my taste buds prepared for the treats that await over the next few days. Even a starter size of fritters was way bigger than I had expected but who’s complaining? Anyway, I didn’t want to be a Conchientious objector.

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I’ll tell you more about my Bahamian rhapsody in a future Blog because this one I want to dedicate to another airport, Mumbai Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport’s new Terminal 2 (pictured below).

Take a bow airport operator GVK. Take a bow Performa (Gate Gourmet) and Travel Food Services, who together run a brilliant common-use passenger lounge (more of that in a moment) on behalf of GVK and take a bow DFS and Flemingo for a duty free and general retail offer of a quality that you couldn’t possibly have dreamed of even five years ago in Mumbai.

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As mentioned in an earlier Blog, I was in Mumbai to attend the wedding of Travel Food Services Chairman Sunil Kapur’s younger son Karan. Flying out in the wee small hours of the morning, I left myself plenty of time to experience the much-acclaimed T2, a facility I had last seen during its advanced building stages when I moderated the pre-tender concessionaires’ meeting a couple of years back.

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["Look up. A thousand white peacocks are in the sky" - the stunning 'artitechtural' magnificence of  the new terminal's ceiling]

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[A lovely panoramic view of the splendid DFS/Flemingo duty free offer]

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Alas I didn’t get much of a chance to see the retail or (public) food & beverage offer as I spent so much time enjoying the world’s first luxury common-passenger lounge, which opened in November.

It really is impressive (look out for a feature in coming weeks). The 30,000sq ft
lounge is spread across two levels and can hold up to 440 guests at a time. Its
features include concierge services, a smoking zone, extensive (and excellent) food & beverage of course, a bar, a luxury spa, shower and relaxation areas, a library and a business centre.

Fashion designer Sandeep Khosla and architect Alfaz Miller designed the
space based on a concept by Softroom Architects, with gold and silver themes
complemented by Jali screens, chandeliers and a glass peacock installation.

The business model is very interesting indeed and is being closely monitored by companies developing terminals elsewhere (and by airlines). Essentially the common usage concept means that airlines can offer a luxurious lounge experience to their premium passengers on a ‘pay per use’ concept, meaning no upfront investments and lower operating costs for airlines.

At the time of the opening, GVK Founder, Chairman and Managing Director Dr. GVK Reddy said: “The lounge reflects a kaleidoscopic vision of the dreams of India and the pulse of Mumbai, and is themed to give the travellers a blend of world-class local ambiences at the airport.”

Accompanied by Sunil Kapur (who with trademark generosity of spirit came to the airport to meet me after midnight just a day after what was must have been a truly exhausting ‘big fat Indian wedding) and Performa Managing Director Beat Ehlers, I toured the three sections of the lounge. The first-class section sits on the second level and provides à la carte dining, individual spa treatments and multi-lingual service staff. In premium class travellers have access to an exclusive lounge environment and 170 seats, as well as a buffet area equipped  with a juice bar and whisky lounge. The business-class section seats 270 and has access to a variety of international dishes in the buffet area.

I can testify to the quality of the food and wine offer. Over a chilled flute of Veuve Clicquot and a couple of exquisite light bites delivered to us personally by the Chef, I perused the menus and discussed the concept with Sunil and Beat. The First Class wine list was… well, first class, ranging from Cloudy Bay Sauvignon Blanc (one of six top whites) to the outstanding Marchesi Antinori Chianta Classico Riserva.

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Then there’s the cuisine: a classic Khandvi platter with more twists than Elvis Presley in his prime; pan fried Kerala Queen scallops (pictured above); I can still taste the subtle spice of the coconut, tomato and coriander flavours); Lamb Purdah Biryani and much, much more. It’s the only airport lounge in the world with a Tandoori oven and it’s got much more to offer besides.

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“It’s been a challenge to get everything right but it is good – now we want to be great,” Sunil told me. “We want to be known as one of the great airport lounges. From ambience to design, from service to food to hygiene… we’ve changed the rules of the [airport lounge] game.”

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They certainly have. Look out for my feature, coming soon, where I’ll explore this fascinating concept further – and also take a look at T2′s astonishing, magnificent (I promise you the superlatives are justified) Art Wall programme (below), which is displayed on an 18 meter high wall that runs through the terminal for three kilometres.

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At the time the programme was unveiled, curator curator Rajeev Sethi told The Wall Street Journal India, “Art must be brought into the public domain. The airport will receive far more visitors in one year than all the galleries and museums across India combined receive in even five years.”

Now isn’t that some vision? I can’t wait to explore the subject matter further (I am interviewing Karthi Gajendran, President Projects, who played a key role in conceptualising and executing the Art Wall program).

It’s stunning. A giant masterpiece. My only regret was that my experience of it was so cursory. But then how can you resist the GVK Lounge’s pan-fried Kerala scallops and an ice-cold glass of Veuve Clicquot? Only my own Bahamian Rhapsody could have drawn me away.

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[Bahamian Lobster & Crab Cakes (left) with Arawak Conch Fritters on the balcony of The Moodie Report Interim Bureau at The Cove Atlantis...]

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[... oops, almost forgot the main ingredient. All washed down with a cool Kalik Gold beer from the Bahamas, of course]

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One Response to “From a Mumbai masterpiece to a Bahamian rhapsody”

  1. Iain Forrest says:

    Martin,
    Love the article on Mumbai and totally agree it is an all-round tremendous offering in a spectacular new airport, but only the Duty Free shops are operated by DFS/Flemingo partnership. The Fashion and specialty shops as you exit Duty Free (that you kindly show in one of your photos) are operated by the Dufry/Nuance team in India, so maybe a little credit for them as well ;-)

    best regards
    Iain Forrest
    DCOO Dufry Middle East & India

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‘Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form
“Come in,” he said, “I’ll give you shelter from the storm”

- Bob Dylan, Shelter from the Storm (with a mild edit)

You’ll excuse the blurred image (the photographer had the camera on the wrong setting) but I think you’ll agree it’s worth reproducing.

It’s of me yesterday with Professor David Cunningham, Consultant Medical Oncologist and Head of the Gastrointestinal Unit at The Royal Marsden Hospital in London’s Fulham Road. Professor Cunningham is the man who saved my life four years ago after I developed stomach cancer. The man who gave me shelter from the storm.

I revere this gentle yet tough, dry-witted Scot and am still in awe of him every time we meet. I know this may sound silly but when he put his arm around me (pictured) I felt safe. Our first meeting back in 2010 was a very different affair. Then I felt anything but safe. Back then the storm was raging. There was no small talk. It was all about business. The business of survival.

Next week I’m due to speak at food & beverage operator OTG’s annual partners’ conference in the Bahamas (yes, I get all the bad breaks, I know). Chairman Rick Blatstein has long been a great supporter of The Moodie Report and The Foodie Report, always agreeing to speak at our events (and being a star turn every time) so when he asked me to give a keynote address at his own conference, I readily agreed.

As thanks, and as I had not requested a fee, Rick kindly offered to make a donation to a charity of my choice. Given that I was about to attend the Royal Marsden for my six-monthly check-up, its in-house charity seemed a natural choice.

The Royal Marsden is a world-leading cancer centre specialising in cancer diagnosis, treatment, research and education. Every penny donated to its research arm is well spent. The Royal Marsden’s work has included some of the most pioneering, breakthrough studies into the disease and saved countless lives. Mine included.

In late 2013  The Moodie Report Foundation presented a cheque for £124,000 (US$202,000) to Professor Cunningham to fund a vital cancer research study into genetic sequencing. Yesterday’s cheque for US$2,500 was not in the same league yet was once again hugely appreciated by him. “It all helps enormously,” he told me. “Please do not under-rate any donation.”

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[With Jaclyn Wampler of Moodie International Switzerland and Professor David Cunningham in December 2013]

He also told me something else. Four-and-a-half years on from that sombre day of 9 June 2010 when my life changed forever, I was once more “all clear”. “One more blood test in six months and we’ll ship you out of here,” he said warmly (at five years you become a statistic, a ‘survivor’).

It was good news of course but you don’t feel euphoria at the Marsden. Ever. You don’t whoop and holler when you get outside. You feel relief and you feel blessed. And as you walk out through the waiting room and along the corridors and you look into other patients’ and families’ faces you feel empathy. For everyone in this place is here for one reason, because of cancer, a bully of a disease, an epidemic of our times.

Some are being diagnosed, some are being treated (with chemotherapy, radiotherapy or surgery). Some are being told they are dying. Some, like me, are being told they are making it or have made it through the storm.

I always take a deep breath as I walk down the stairs outside the Marsden (pictured below). I look back and I invariably take a photo. I look up towards the windows of the wards where I battled for my life that far-off winter ago. I think of the gruelling sights I saw; the ravaging treatment I and many others went through, are going through; the fear I felt; the loneliness of waking in the dark alone; the young, wonderful Irish nurse called Louise Cusack who held my hand for half an hour in the middle of the night while I sobbed big large, gulping tears and told her in my morphine-ridden confusion that I knew I was dying; and, not least, the care, love and friendship I encountered.

To this day, I find it easier to write about the experience than to talk about it. Yet I am glad that I have the thoughts I describe above. Because it means I will never, can never, forget, and will always strive to help the fight against this disease.

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I know that others are going through that whole gamut of experiences right now. The storm is blowing full-force. If there is a god (and I don’t know any longer whether there is in this damn, troubled, mean-spirited, greedy and often evil world), I thank him and I pray that others too will be delivered.

Two good men and true that I know well in travel retail are just embarking on roads that will be long and difficult, but which will ultimately lead to safety. The good care they are receiving will be directly linked to the research work being conducted by The Royal Marsden and numerous other wonderful institutes around the world. Cancer is being beaten, more and more often. It can and will be defeated entirely. The battle against the beast has turned irrevocably in mankind’s favour. Further funding will ensure that the whole war is eventually won and that all will one day receive shelter from this terrible storm.

[If this Blog resonates with you, perhaps you would donate to The Royal Marsden Charity by clicking on this link or to another research institution or cancer cause.]

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They don’t come much bigger. Or much fatter. I’m talking weddings. Indian weddings. And I’m still trying to take in everything I have seen over the past three days.

Firstly some context. Mumbai-based Travel Food Services is not only India’s largest airport food & beverage operator but its Chairman Sunil Kapur is also one of the country’s most successful restuarateurs.

His food empire is a combination of own brands and franchises, including The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, Spaghetti Kitchen, Gelato Italiano, Noodle Bar, Penne, Spoon and Bombay Blue, Copper Chimney, Blue Sea and Café by the Beach. More recently Travel Food Services entered into a joint venture with Gate Gourmet under the TFS-Gate brand name,  developing F&B onboard services for carriers as well as a high-class passenger lounge operation at Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport, which I will be testing out later today.

In airports, Travel Food Services runs a combination of proprietary, national and international F&B brands, including KFC, Domino’s Pizza, Cafe Coffee Day, Nirula’s, Cafeccino and Haagen Dazs.

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[The grounds of the Royal Western India Turf Club were turned into a magnificently lit garden-like setting]

With all that foodie heritage it’s little surprise that the wedding of Sunil’s younger son Karan over the past few days to the beautiful Vidhi has been a feast of the senses – wonderful food, of course, reflecting the magnificent diversity, flavours and wonder of Indian cuisine but also the senses of smell, of colour, of joy, of friendship, of love.

I was fortunate enough to have been invited to this extraordinary occasion, played out to guests over three enthralling days (including the Sangeet and Mehendi pre-wedding ritual evenings), hosted with a warmth that would make the fieriest Indian curry seem tepid. It will live long in my memory, like the ever-lingering taste of a chicken bharta from Sunil Kapur’s Copper Chimney restaurant. The pictures below capture just some of the spirit of an unforgettable, very big, very fat Indian wedding.

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[Karan Kapur's older brother Varun, Martin Moodie, Grant Fleming of LS travel retail ASPAC and Lagardère Services Chairman and Chief Executive Officer Dag Rasmussen] 

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[Father and sons: Varun, Karan and Sunil Kapur]

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[Varun Kapur, Karan Kapur and Martin Moodie]

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[So much scalp, so little cloth... Martin Moodie tests the art (and stock levels) of a Mumbai turban master]

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[The Mehendi dinner on the eve of the wedding saw a thrillingly diverse array of Mumbai street food served]

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[David and Ann King]

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[Neelu Kapur, mother of the groom, and Martin Moodie]

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[Sunil Kapur and Martin Moodie]

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Mumbai is on alert. Terrorist alert. Mers alert. Ebola alert. But mostly, alas, the former.

The signs at Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport tell their own story. So does the heavy armed police presence; the exclusion of meeters & greeters from the terminal; and the barrier-studded road into the airport.

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Yesterday cleaning staff at the airport noticed some threatening words scribbled in a men’s toilet in the new Terminal 2, alluding to a terror strike by the Islamic State of Iraq and Syria (ISIS) this Saturday. “The writing is on the wall: Stay alert”, was the resultant headline in today’s Hindustan Times.

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The airport was already on alert following hijack threats made against national carrier Air India in New Delhi last week.

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[Passport checks outside the DFS/Flemingo duty free Arrivals store]

The Australian government has issued a security advisory for travel to India and particularly Mumbai. “Information of mid-December 2014 indicates that militants may be planning attacks against upmarket hotels in Mumbai,” it warned. “We continue to advise Australians to exercise a high degree of caution in India overall because of the high threat of terrorist activity.”

The people and authorities of this magnificent city have the right to be jumpy. It’s just over three years since the terrorist atrocities committed by Pakistani group Lashkar-e-Taiba occurred, killing 164 people and wounding over 300.

Yesterday’s shocking attack on the staff of French satirical magazine Charlie Hebdo (front page news here alongside the Mumbai threats) just adds to the general mood of unease.  Security in the city is at an all-time high. It needs to be. We live in times of casual barbarity, where slaughter of the innocent, allegedly in the name of God, has become commonplace.

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We must all say “Je suis Charlie” – the cry of defiance that has gone viral all around the world in condemnation of the Paris massacre and in defence of free speech.

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Footnote: On a more positive note, I am here (along with many people from the airport food & beverage and retail sectors) to celebrate the wedding of Karan Kapur, son of Travel Food Services Chairman Sunil Kapur and his wife Neelu, to Vidhi Chopra. It promises to be a spectacular three-day affair of colour, exuberance and joy – a welcome antidote to the darkness of so much of today’s world.

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The panoramic view (below) from my room at The Four Seasons underlines the old cliche of there being two Indias. While guests here reside and dine in five-star splendour, just metres away tenement apartments and shanty towns full of rickety dwellings with flat, rusting corrugated iron roofs sprawl out endlessly into the vast morasse of India’s most populous city.

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Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport Terminal 2, meanwhile, is a wonderful new facility, though now’s not the best time to visit it. The huge and Flemingo/DFS Arrivals shop (what a contrast to the Mumbai stores of a few years back) was doing roaring business when I flew in earlier today, though I’m sure it would do even better if international passengers such as me armed with Indian Rupees were allowed to spend them (bizarrely only Indians can use the national currency). I’ve not seen passport checks in front of a duty free shop before either. That may be related to the current security tensions.

But you know, none of that seems to matter much right now. Je suis Charlie.

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One Response to “Mumbai on red alert as the world says “Je suis Charlie””

  1. paul t says:

    thanks for the Mumbai duty free photos etc
    with over 50000sq feet of retailing in Mumbai more and more Indians are buying duty free in India, in and out bound
    paul

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We closed out 2015 with the story of a real-life cat burglar, a feline fiend that ate its way through US$1,100 of gourmet fish products at Vladivostok Airport’s duty free shop – well in excess of his purrsonal allowance.

Now word reaches The Moodie Blog of an equally talented animal, a beagle by the highly appropriate name of Sherlock that is allegedly (see my disclaimer below) employed by KLM in the airline’s lost & found department.

More mature readers (that’s presuming anyone who has read this far has any element of maturity at all) will remember Walt Disney’s Beagle Boys, a group of fictional characters who were always trying to rob Scrooge McDuck of his riches.

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Well Sherlock is a very different type of Beagle boy, one whose job is to sniff out lost phones and other items and reunite them with their owners, who presumably think that he’s a New Foundland. [A disclaimer: The story of Sherlock may not be  true, alas - see the extremely sad response of reader John Watson at the foot of this Blog who clearly wouldn't recognise satire even if Sherlock personally reunited him with his long lost sense of humour].

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My question is this. Where has Sherlock been all my life? As I wrote in a previous Blog, I’m someone who during my travels has lost around 22 cell phones; numerous blackberries (probably a few strawberries and blueberries along the way); countless (and I do mean countless) chargers, adaptors and headphones; two passports; a briefcase (appropriately, only briefly); half a dozen or so tape recorders; I estimate around five dozen pairs of spectacles (two over Christmas alone); many duty free purchases (I believe in giving back to our industry) and believe it or not at least a dozen shirts (do not ask).

If every airport and airline employed a Sherlock, all this angst could have been avoided. As the video on this page reveals, Sherlock is proving a highly pawpular and much-loved staff member. He’s talented too – a Beagle-eyed detective who has found numerous phones, timepieces (in his spare time Sherlock moonlights as a watch dog) and other items since he took on the job and gained a new leash of life.

An orphan (he never knew his Paw) affectionately nicknamed K9LM, Sherlock homes in on lost property,  constantly hounding his airline colleagues for more work and even once collaring a petty thief in the airport barking lot.

“Even when he feels a little ruff, Sherlock always turns up to work,” an airline source tells The Moodie Blog. “Last week his master, called Ken, was off work with the flu but that didn’t stop Sherlock from being here on time. Ken ill coughing is nothing to a dog as tough as him.

“After work we like to reward him with a biscuit washed down with a little bowl of whine, normally a good Burgundy from the Côte de Bone. We find that the perfect way to hush puppy after a long day.”

There is, it seems, no end to Sherlock’s talents. We’re not sure whether to believe this but apparently he can even howl along to the tune of Toccata and Fugue in D minor for Organ, though his Bach is reputed to be much worse than his bite.

Such an inspiring tale (and the rest of Sherlock is pretty impressive too). Perhaps the World Health Organization (WHO) could sponsor a scheme so that hounds such as Sherlock could be employed to sniff out Ebola carriers (and even chase terrierists) at airports worldwide to limit the disease’s spread. Certainly that would be a case of WHO let the dogs out?

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  1. John Watson says:

    This story is:

    - Not new, it is at least from September
    - Not true. Please check http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2014/09/25/klms-iphone-sniffing-beagle-is-not-real/

    I hope the rest of the posts on this website are more thoroughly researched than this one.

  2. Helen Pawson says:

    Mrs Earley needs to get you a Sherlock travel companion.

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Two days into 2015 and I’m in my first airport departures lounge of the year. What took me so long? Heck, there’s only 357 travel retail shopping days left to Christmas.

This is my first airport experience of 2015 but I can guarantee it won’t be my last. I’m sipping on a Penfolds Koonunga Hill Autumn Riesling, a brilliantly refreshing send-off before my first long-haul flight of the year, albeit on a personal rather than business trip. Plenty of the latter to follow in coming weeks.

Which airport am I in? Let’s just say the Wifi password is Qantas88, not a bad little clue.

It’s going to be a heck of a year, I just know it. Stay with me on this Blog, I’ve got plenty in store for you. Welcome to a brand new year in the greatest industry of all, travel retail.

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Well I guess I can’t let the criminal deeds of a Siberian cat burglar be my last contribution for 2014 so I’ll sign off The Moodie Blog here, the 101st of the year.

Tonight,  like many of you, starting not long from now in my native New Zealand, I’ll be signing off one year and welcoming in another.

Tonight, like many of you, I’ll reach out to those I care about via the words of the perennially poignant Robbie Burns classic Auld Lang Syne:

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
And never brought to mind? 
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, 
And days o’ lang syne!

For auld lang syne, my dear 
For auld lang syne, 
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet 
For auld lang syne!

And, like many of you, as I sing I’ll think not just of those with me and close to me in spirit but of those who have passed, family and friends, down the years. And this year, in particular, I will raise a glass to two of my comrades in travel retail who have big battles to deal with  in  2015, health battles, in fact, that will test them sorely but from which they will ultimately emerge triumphant.

The little-known fourth verse seems to express those emotions best:

And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere, 
And gie’s a hand o’ thine, 
And we’ll tak a right guid willie-waught 
For auld lang syne!

In modern English (but who really needs that?) it reads as:

And there is a hand, my trusty friend, 
And give us a hand of yours, 
And we will take a goodwill drink (of ale) 
For times gone by!

Robbie Burns poses his opening lines (Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?) as a question but I think it’s merely rhetorical because there can only be only one answer. Naw, naw, naw (No, no and no again).

Thank you to all my acquaintances, auld and new, in travel retail, for being with me on the journey that was 2014. I look forward to joining you all again next year.

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Shock news reaches The Moodie Blog of the purrfect crime – a male cat eating his way through US$1,100 of gourmet fish products after breaking into an airport duty free shop. And no, I’m not kitten you – this is a true story, an absolute travel retail catastrophe.

According to The Siberian Times, the “gourmet stray was caught red-pawed” munching his way through smoked calamari at Vladivostok International Airport, leading to the gateway being renamed Vladisoutofstock Airport.

That’s bound to have left the cat in a good mewd but equally certain to have cost the owner a few squid. However, things got much worse, according to shop owner Irina Kuzmina, who told the newspaper the full details of the prepawsterous crime: “Not only did he eat plaice, flounder and other flatfish, he also tore packages with dried octopus and other seafood delicacies.”

Well, you can sympathise with the fiendish feline targeting the octo-puss, though it seems to be the airport authority that was floundering. And clearly this was one top cat who knew his plaice in life. However the authorities are hopeful he will eventually be charged with the unclawful crime of fur-glary – and certainly with exceeding his purrsonal duty free allowance. No doubt he also pilchard a few sardines.

“We had to write off all the products that were in that shop window,” Ms Kuzmina wailed. “The food will be dumped. We have also disinfected and cleaned the shop window. All in all, the cat put us out of pocket as products worth 60,000 roubles have been wasted.”

Now that’s quite a hole in the kitty, which is exactly what, we suspect, Ms Kuzmina would have liked to put in the feline filcher. It’s certainly a lot of Roubles (just to digress for a moment, I once knew a bloke called Tommy Rouble. “Tommy, your name spells trouble,” I used to tell him) and I feel if the clearly irate (sorry, Irena) Kuzmina ever gets hold of the poor animal, she may be charged with furst degree purrder. However any good lawyer should be able to get the cat off free, simply by arguing it had good claws for its conduct.

An airport spokesman said: “Pets are banned from being kept at the airport due to safety regulations. We do have a number of passengers travelling with their pets, so perhaps one of them escaped. As of now it is not clear how the cat made its way to the shop window.” Possibly via the escatalator, The Moodie Blog suggests?

Quite why no-one heard the cat causing all the damage (luckily it did not get into the adjacent Chinese delicacy section where it may have caused wonton destruction) is not clear. Perhaps mews travels slowly in Siberia.

FOOTNOTE: The incident is the second example in a few months of an animal wreaking havoc in an airport environment.

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As reported by The Moodie Blog, in late 2013 Melbourne Airport experienced a major security incident after an injured male kangaroo, without a boarding card, managed to make its way into an airside chemist’s store.

The injured animal apparently skipped past security to enter the airport after being struck by a car nearby. It was first spotted in the hair-care section of the chemist, taking money out of its pouch as it went to make a purchase of Roo-vlon skincare products.

That incident was the third involving kangaroos at Melbourne Airport in a few months. In the first case Dan Cappell (pictured during the dramatic moment), then General Manager Retail, Car Parks & Wildlife Management (now back at Abu Dhabi Airport) managed to prevent a mother, father and baby family of Kangaroos (identified later as Mr Supial, Ma Supial and baby Joey) from escaping the ground floor car park and heading up to the terminal.

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“Goodness knows what would have happened if they had got onto the second level but that’s another storey,” Dan told us, adding roofully that while entering the airside area without a boarding card is a criminal offence in Australia there was no point in charging the kangaroo as it would probably skip bail anyway [it was subsequently warned under Australia’s infamous Prevention of Terrooism Act.]

Asked how such an incident was possible in a security-conscious age, Dan told us: “It’s roo-dimentary. Sometimes we, like the kangaroos, get caught on the hop. But we pouched him and that’s the end of the story.”

Asked if Melbourne Airport was bracing itself or a rush of kangaroo impersonators seeking similar media attention, Cappell said dismissively. “No, they’re just a bunch of wall-a-bies.”

Nonetheless since Dan’s departure, the airport has added warning signage at all carpark entrances, advising drivers about the dangers of stray kangaroos and telling them to check their veer-roo mirrors at all times.

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Office panTry to imagine
A house that’s not a home
Try to imagine
A Christmas all alone
That’s where I’ll be
Since you left me
My tears could melt the snow
What can I do without you?
I got no place, no place to go

It’ll be lonely this Christmas
Without you to hold
It’ll be lonely this Christmas
Lonely and cold
It’ll be cold, so cold
Without you to hold
This Christmas

Ok then, it’s not that lonely. But it’s certainly pretty quiet here at The Moodie Report HQ. The reporting team are all taking well-earned breaks, the ad and administration teams and the freelancers too. It’s just me holding the fort here, Dermot Davitt (even working on his wife Michelle’s birthday) in Galway and (on picture support) Dilantha Fernando down in Colombo, Sri Lanka.

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Much of the world may have slowed or stopped for the Christmas break but the travel retail industry is working at frenetic pace as people fly home or away for the festive season and spend plenty of ding dong merrily on high in the process. The sounds of Christmas cash can be heard at points of sale all over the travel retail planet, not least in Dubai where Dubai Duty Free (pictured below), spurred by a -25% discount offer, posted sales of US$51.74 million over a three-day anniversary weekend, highlighted by its 31st birthday celebrations on 20 December.

Stop and think about that for a moment. US$51.74 million… over three days. That’s an awful lot of duty free. Now think back to 1984 when Dubai Duty Free generated annual sales of US$20 million. Two and a half times annual sales in 72 hours. Wow, wouldn’t you love to have created and built a business like that?

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I’m sure we’ll be reporting some other spectacular Christmas feats over the coming days. Happily, I’ll be doing that from the warmth of home rather than in the bleak mid-winter of my office. If you feel my stories are becoming a little crumby, even some turkeys among them, perhaps some blanc spaces, well you’ll understand why. Happy Christmas to all those who celebrate it from me and all my great team at The Moodie Report. I’ll speak to you before the New Year.

P.S. Try to send me (Martin@TheMoodieReport.com) some pictures of travel retail at work (or play) this Christmas, I’ll publish the best in this Blog and award a special festive prize.

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