Driving blips, thinned chips, and putting yips aside, though, what a couple of days it has been. The hospitality of Dubai Duty Free is on such a level that you not only feel treated and privileged but also humbled.
I predicted he would shoot the lights out the next day. And he did, an errant drive on the front nine flying into the car park and smashing the headlamp of a Lamborghini.
It doesn’t do wonders for your golfing confidence when you see your coach hurriedly put up a ‘Closed’ sign on the door and hide behind a golf bag when you pull up into the car park outside.
I know the Irish founded the duty free industry but I didn’t realise they a) still populated it in such quantity and b) all had my phone number.
So, Zàijiàn Shanghai, annyeong-ha-seyo Busan. Another Trinity Forum done. Time for a moment to be, as it were, free of duty.
“Can you swap out the decaff for Ristretto (Nespresso’s short, strong version) please?” Give me strength. I need it.
Khun Vichai was a man not simply of great achievement but one of compassion, grace and humility. He gave then gave again to all manner of causes, big and small.
Here was PMI CEO André Calantzopoulos cast in an almost messianic role, treating an audience of influencers, journalists, business partners and company executives to a catwalk-style reveal of the new IQOS product lines. Versace, Dior, Chanel, Apple, eat your hearts out.
Lost in Translation? The story of my life. As Irving Berlin said, “I got lost but look what I found.”
The new identity had been kept under stricter security than goods in the DFASS bond. Many guests arriving at last night’s function were openly speculating that the subject must be a corporate acquisition – or even a sale to another party.
Ambiguity? Well, I suppose that’s open to interpretation…
With such wonderful companions, my cup (of the Ryder variety) truly runneth over.
Seva Duty Free. Remember the name, you’ll be hearing it a lot more.