I took a nap on the floor. I ate dahl for breakfast. I didn't find any Malacca gin. Why it is that one can purchase fifteen different varieties of cognac, countless blends of scotch and forty five gazillion flavours and grades of vodka in duty-free shops but only EVER five types of gin (Beefeater, Gordons, Bombay, Tanq Normale and 10) I do not know. Plymouth? Millers? All the rest? I'm existing in the land of global blah and purchased a glossy magazine to keep my eyes open. I've obviously been on the nod as far as flashy advertising is concerned: Mikhail Gorbachev is a posterboy for Louis Vuitton! (And Green Cross, it must be said.) What next? I can sort of envisage Clinton doing a sportchic number for Ralph Lauren or Armani. Bush as the avuncular figure in a Hilfiger ad? Blair twitching around with a posse of disaffected, well-groomed types in a Burberry ad? John Howard as the face of Ferragamo?
One of the slogans of Dubai Airport: Step into our caring world. If I turn my head slightly to the left, I spy a large banner which expands upon the promise of a caring world as follows: 'We are always there to hear you out. Allow us to make you feel special.'
Right now, I do feel quite special. Hang on, is that a boarding call?
TTT: 15:00
2 comments:
This blog makes me feel cared for and special.
can't find your email address. laura has fled the country. loving the blog (when i get a chance to read it) can you send me your aunt's contact details (the gynae) thanks dom ('queen bee') sydney ps i wouldn't advise a return to these shores until a) little johnny appleseed is long gone and b) mulled wine is back - never fear, i am leading the charge on both fronts. d_antarakis@hotmail.com
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