Like so many things that have happened at this outstanding airport over the past extraordinary few weeks (let alone 20 years), these performances are hitting exactly the right notes.
My original Worldwide Headquarters back in West London is looking more interim than permanent after my neighbour decided to light a bonfire at the back of his garden on Saturday. During a heatwave. As you do.
“Did you buy those clubs in a yard sale, man? Wow, they’re old…” That was how the world number five ranked golfer Jon Rahm greeted me (and my elderly set of Taylor Mades) today at the Dubai Duty Free Irish Open Pro-Am in Ballyliffin, County Donegal. An insult from one of the world’s greats to
The lesson is clear; if you want your football team to prosper in the World Cup, do NOT enter a Moodie Davitt competition.
Tomorrow (28 June) promises to be one of the truly engaging days in our history in more senses than one.
Its banner claim, ‘The Genuine Market Leader’, is an affront to the Trade Descriptions Act.
The endless daylight might not be good for the sleep pattern but it feels more like heaven than hel to me in the happiest country on earth.
The man possesses a soft, half-formed sadness. This causes a few nearby empathic passengers to pity him in a way that’s not becoming of anyone.
I’m even prepared to be the travel retail face of the campaign. Then again, I suppose they’re far more likely to cast Benedict Cucumberpatch.
Smart man. Or should that be smart cookie?
‘Customers refund restaurant’ deserves to be right up there with journalism’s most famous aphorism, ‘man bites dog’, for sheer unlikeliness.
With my advanced years, notoriously fickle directional capabilities AND having to focus on shooting a video, what possible chance did I have of getting out of this terrible ‘force through’ duty free?
My native land is anything but a back water. But that doesn’t spare it from sometimes being a swamp of twaddle deep and twaddle dumb.