India’s Renewal: Victoria’s Secrets
There are several spiffing advantages to economic Armageddon: better value for money, fewer people travelling and the fact that you can book today for tomorrow. And the availability of private jets.
Private jet. No, I am not going to rinse my mouth out with soap for writing the words that dare not speak their name during a recession. Lord Mandelson would hop on one before you could say “Corfu what a scorcher”. Twenty-two years ago I’d have sold my soul to Mephistopheles (aka Mandelson before Mandelson was invented) for the private jet. PJs weren’t invented in India then; Maharajahs had trained, and the rest of us hung around tortuous airports where the luggage carousel was twinned with Waiting for Godot.
