Unlike Christopher Columbus, Isaac won’t be in a sailing ship. He’ll be in a rowboat.
The golf pro asks the hacker where his feet are. “They’re at the end of my legs,” replies the hacker, surprised at such a naive question. “Where they always are.”
On a course with about three and a half times the volume of sand as the Sahara, I may as well have taken my bucket and spade, so much time did I spend in the damn stuff.
And so, here I am at the Dubai Duty Free Golf World Cup 25th anniversary tournament, my bookmaker’s odds of winning at 67,500 to 1 based on previous form. Dermot Divot is at 25 to 1. Or was before yesterday.
“There seems to be a problem. I’m sorry, you can’t get on this flight. And you’re very late.”
Here at Melbourne, the talked-about convergence of digitalisation and personalisation has found voice
I was tempted to go up to the information counter and ask politely, “Where can I find an apostrophe?”
The world tour continues, onto Australia, the US, the UK and Dubai. I take that journey in the knowledge that Trinity is alive and well.
A little tipple is surely justified as today (19 October) is International Gin & Tonic Day and I’m about to be flown First Class to New York to celebrate.
This is a truly rare sighting of a TFWBA, that highly endangered species, a Tax Free West Bromwich Albion supporter, spotted on foreign soil in every sense.
I particularly like the fact that the Frontier Award includes a glass globe, which I can turn to show my home country of New Zealand as well as the myriad of places I have visited during this amazing 30-year sojourn in travel retail.
Certain things become a given as you become an aging travel retail publisher. Winters grow longer, darker, colder. Summers grow shorter. And the Cannes show comes around quicker.
La Samaritaine and Changi T4 are among the most exciting developments I have seen in my 30 years of covering this business.