My parents flew out to BGI yesterday. Settled nicely into 6A & K, they were rather surprised to find Sir Richard Branson and his mum in 7 A & K. Dad was, to say the least, made up. My mum and his apparently spent an idle hour trying on duty free sunglasses whilst dad tried to glean some free business advice from Sir Rich.
The great man (sorry dad, but I mean Sir Rich here...) finally put his feet up, opened his copy of the FT, and guess who's on the front page? All rather bizarre.
As a quick footnote, both ma and pa went for the soup, the cottage pie and the rhubarb crumble and gave all three a definite thumbs up.
The great man (sorry dad, but I mean Sir Rich here...) finally put his feet up, opened his copy of the FT, and guess who's on the front page? All rather bizarre.
As a quick footnote, both ma and pa went for the soup, the cottage pie and the rhubarb crumble and gave all three a definite thumbs up.