I still don’t know about you, but…

I’m still in it for the glamour

Friday morning, New York: The pilot’s voice came over the tannoy,

Weelll Ladies and Gentlemen, I bet you’re glad to be outa La Guardia this morning. There won’t be many more behind us because that snow looks like it’s settling in for the duration.

At 5.30am I had strode onto Park Avenue with swing of my briefcase and a flash of my overcoat’s red lining, and into the back of a waiting town car. I was in control. I was an expert traveler. I was seasoned. I was the kind…