Up close and personal in travel retail
My throat is dry, my stomach is doing flips and I can’t feel my legs. Worse, I can’t keep a firm grip on the golf club that’s shaking in my hands and the ball sitting on the tee three feet away looks no bigger than a tiny white marble. “Go on, you just need one good
Many readers of this Blog will remember with fondness one of the key members of The Moodie Report (before it became The Moodie Davitt Report) over many years, a certain young woman named Mandy Sime. Mandy joined the team in 2002, our inaugural year, and as Commercial Director played a crucial role in our development until 2014
Changi Airport is more than a passenger gateway or a commercial centre, though it does play both roles brilliantly. It is also an unexpected oasis of calm.
I was through immigration in about two minutes and my bag was already on the carousel. The signage was first class, the taxi queue system orderly, the information staff friendly. What’s there not to like about Changi Airport?
It is a tale of nearly men become heroes. Of journeymen turned superstars. Of rejects rendered champions.
For Hawaii’s most famous son in travel retail, qualities such as integrity, commitment and passion are writ large between the lines.
It’s a great prize, a chance to win and sample some great Cognacs and to encounter for once something in duty free that’s as old as me.
A life in football boils down to this. Close. Closer. So close now.
Richard put his worst fears to the test once again, this time by abseiling down Diamond House, one of the tallest buildings at Birmingham Airport
The story gets even better. Half an hour later, a beauty adviser enters the back room. “Hello, hello, there’s a man who is worried that someone is stuck in a tunnel!!”
Bravo Dufry. And bravo Michel for caring – if you’re reading this, I hope you consider my comments (past and present) fair and that in an admittedly different way from you, I do understand retail and I do appreciate the transformation.
The hounds are chasing hard but this is a breed of Foxes that just refuses to be caught.
I’ve eaten in Iceland, Ireland and India. I’ve dined in New York, New Zealand and the Netherlands. I’ve sampled wines in Naples and Newark, La Guardia and Los Angeles. In fact I’ve globe- and gourmet-trotted from A (for Athens) to Z (Zürich).
