Business lounges cater for the most varied range of people. I normally fall into the category that most proper business travellers sneer at. They only sneer at me because they wish they could shamble into the lounge in jeans, lurex socks and fashionable Stan Smith trainers. Instead they are forced into the uniform of suit with un-matching shoes, suit carrier, pda and big cumbersome brief case. Then they have to talk extremely loudly into their mobiles berating someone for not getting them a window seat or talking about finding another sort of ‘window’ for another boring meeting with a textile supplier in Bonn. Meanwhile I recline whilst reading a two day old International Guardian and sip champagne. And take photo’s of them while they are not looking!
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