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I’m at London Heathrow Airport T3, about to jump another long-haul flight. Desperately trying to buy an upgrade from my economy ticket as I need to work non-stop for the next few hours on our Cannes print issue which is looming menacingly over me like a modern- day guillotine.
I’ve had my compulsory Paul Smith fix, having bought yet another pair of the world’s greatest socks from one of the world’s greatest airport stores. The T3 version is a smaller cousin of those at T5 (currently closed for refurbishment) and T2 but it’s pretty damn good all the same. The service is always good (James and Julia chatted away to me today about the various Paul Smith airport stores and served me quickly and graciouslsy).
I also took the opportunity to conduct my first ‘Moodie Vintage View’ review of an airport wine offer, in this case run by World Duty Free Group. There’s some good wines in there alright but the presentation and merchandising could be better. The newer Heathrow terminals are an improvement but even here it’s clear that World Duty Free is giving a lot of intelligent thought to ranging and segmentation of the offer. Watch out for my review soon.
My flight beckons. No upgrades available so I’ll be writing those late Cannes features with the seat in front of me shoved back (together with my laptop) into my nostrils. Such is the loneliness of the long-distance writer when Cannes press week comes-a-calling.