Perhaps Booba’s Exclamation (Coty) of Insolence (by Guerlain) contradicted Kaaris’s claim that he was The One (Dolce & Gabbana)?
Beloved passengers. Not a bad addition to airport parlance is it? Especially when accompanied by what I call a truly cool airport initiative.
What is it about Marqette? It seems to have both the most honest travellers (see our last quite lovely Blog) and the most honest staff. FAB-ulously honest, in fact.
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
Tomorrow (28 June) promises to be one of the truly engaging days in our history in more senses than one.
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.
‘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.
I’m not so sure I would be tempted by any of those sandwiches, even if I’d been queuing since 1892.