The sublimely talented Dubai Duty Free Nightingales asked me to join them for a photo. Fortunately, very fortunately, for all airport passsengers they did not ask me to join in the performance.
Now here’s what you call a driving force in airport retail. About the only thing that can stop (fortunately) Qatar Duty Free Senior Vice President Thabet Musleh is the brake on his buggy.
Digital is very much to the fore in-store but I’m not sure Clé de Peau Beauté had me in mind when this superb technology was created.
Oh dear, I don’t think Bovet 1822 will be calling for my CV just yet…
“We have one of the best buildings, I would say, of any airport in the world. We want to create a passenger experience matching exactly to that status.” And that is precisely what is taking shape at Terminal A.
For month upon miserable month through the pandemic, HKIA resembled a cross between a ghost town and a military hospital. You could almost sense the tumbleweed about to blow along the arrivals hall. How good it is to see the place humming once more.
Proust’s work, ‘A la recherche du temps perdu’ (literally ‘In search of lost time’), was first translated into English as Remembrance of Things Past. Van Morrison inherited some literary tradition, did he not?
Wayne Barnes reaches into his pocket and pulls out a red card, which he flashes in front of Kane Williamson. “You led that protest with your head. No attempt to lower your voice. There’s a high degree of danger and there’s no mitigation. Off you go Sam!”
Irish auctioneer Gormleys is putting the lighter under the hammer – hopefully not literally – with a guide price of €2,300. Already it has attracted a bid of €2,900 and that’s likely to go much higher.
After such events I feel as if I’ve been put through a mental wringer, the psychological equivalent of being run over by the Springboks forward pack, the unrelenting concentration required meaning that relief rather than exhilaration is the dominant emotion afterwards.
This is why Americans think the economy is terrible,” wrote the irate critic on X (formerly Twitter) above a photo of a burger, fries and three sachets of ketchup (I know, I know, a journalist should never reveal his sauces).
It looked as though I might have to honour my pledge to retire, become ‘free of duty at last’ and to rename our title after my Irish business partner Dermot Davitt.
My Interim Bureau over the next few days is a very different place from the dazzle of Cannes but on a personal level offers incalculable riches that a swanky city on the French Riviera can never match.