Airport dictators
What links a certain infamous Irish airline, a Stansted airport hotel and a long-dead Italian dictator? With this triple-rant, Stuart White starts the year as he means to go on
Let’s leave Benito Mussolini until the end, because technically speaking the nasty Blackshirt didn’t actually make my trip to Italy any worse; he just left a sour taste in my mouth.
Oh, for an airline departure lounge
Hosanna for Heathrow. Stuart White travels by ferry and wonders whether he has been too draconian a ...
Beyond boarding
For sheer brazen, bare-faced Pinocchio-style whoppers, the travel business is the undisputed champio...
Communication breakdown, it's always the same
Stuart White files his report after six sweltering hours in a non air-conditioned Athens hotel room...
Balancing the books
Filling in expense sheets - the most tiresome administrative task - is nothing if not troublesome an...
Reward points; what's the point?
Getting rid of air miles and reward points is a tricky endeavour, and invariably thankless, says Stu...
Tipping point
Stuart White warns us to beware the business lunch, as tip-hungry tray handlers may just ruin your d...
Frosty hellos
Stuart White recounts his suffering at the hands of Mr. Frosty the hotel receptionist...
On a wing, without a prayer
Is there any clearer encapsulation of the angst of our globalised age than being stuck in a metal co...
Family folly
It's not all high-class luxury in the world of business travel. Sometimes you have to take a holiday...
Risking detention
It was all going so well; champagne, Mozart, a plane seat with a significant recline, and then came ...
The travesty of business travel
Don't choke on the chilled champagne and canapés as you relax in your Business Class seat, or gag on...
