Twelve delegates land at Birmingham Airport within forty minutes of each other. Two of them are the visiting company’s most senior executives. The conference
You’re standing at the gate watching your departure time quietly change from 14:20 to 16:45. The first thing you think about isn’t the extra
You’ve just found the Burberry coat you flew halfway round the world for, and the assistant mentions something about a “tax-free option” before you’ve
You land after a long flight and find the taxi rank longer than the queue you just left at customs. Standing there, you realise
You watch the carousel go round for the third time. Everyone else from your flight has picked up their case and gone. Yours isn’t
You round the corner into the terminal and the security queue is already snaking back past the check-in desks, forty minutes before your flight
Suitcase listings love the phrase “cabin approved.” It sounds official, like a stamp from some aviation body somewhere. It isn’t. Nobody regulates that phrase,
Your conference registration opens at 8am, your train gets into New Street at 7.40, and you’ve genuinely no idea whether that’s enough time to
You’ve just landed at Heathrow after a long-haul flight, and you’ve got a board meeting in three hours. Your company card is sitting in
Six o’clock in the morning, standing inside the arrivals hall at Birmingham Airport with a name board and a suit that’s been ironed twice.
You’ve got tickets for something in Birmingham this September. Maybe a concert at the Arena, or the Test match at Edgbaston. Perhaps a weekend
The director’s flight lands at 7.05am. Board meeting starts at 9. Somewhere between those two facts sits your job for the next ten minutes: