Mo' money, moet problems

Having spent a whirlwind 36 hours in Europe on a business trip, I'm delighted to confirm that the airport still stinks. This trip was made marginally more amusing by the red-neck Yanks in the queue in front of me. They looked suspiciously like Marines arriving for some R&R in Dubai (is that possible during Dubai Summer Surprises) - think it was the camouflage rucksacks stamped as property of the military that gave it away. Glad to see they weren't trying to infiltrate the city on the sly, then.

Meanwhile, I have somehow managed to become Clover's one-woman importer of duty free champagne. Apparently, the Veuve from the hole in the wall in Ajman just isn't up to scratch these days.