While bigwigs from our own industry forgo power lunches and business-class flights for the communal fridge and easyJet, at least Dubai’s know the value of pointlessly exorbitant gestures …
Easy does it
Oh, the indignity of doing Mipim on the cheap. Waiting for a much-delayed easyJet flight to Cannes on Sunday, a colleague witnessed the US director of a well-known architect suffering an acute attack of air rage. Having pushed his way to the front of the queue claiming “priority boarding”, he was heard on his phone bellowing to a minion: “Whatever happens, no matter how bad this recession gets, we are never flying easyJet again!” One suspects this situation will be played out several times in the waiting areas of Gatwick airport during the course of the week.
The scavenger gourmet
There has been no shortage of stories recently showing how detached some company bosses have become from reality. Remember the furore surrounding the bumper bonuses for the bosses of Bellway? And will we ever forget Fred The Shred? Well, the latest chief exec to forget what life is like on the frontline is John Frankiewicz at Willmott Dixon. However, his crime does not involve multimillion-pound bonuses or pension pay-outs, but some sandwiches and a soft drink. The genial Frankiewicz recently ventured into the staff kitchen for the first time in years and, ignorant of generally accepted communal fridge protocol, helped himself to whatever he fancied. Puts a whole new spin on greedy bosses, doesn’t it?
Where’s my lunch?
Yet more evidence that the recession is taking its toll on corporate etiquette: now it seems hopeful sales people can’t get a foot in the door without promising to bring their own sandwiches. One consultant’s business development manager reports that he was asked to bring sandwiches, crisps and nibbles for four potential clients after driving halfway across the country to their offices. Perhaps Gordon Ramsay should stick whatever money he has left in Pret a Manger …
The man with two brains
According to the London Evening Standard, the office of mayor Boris Johnson has been unaccountably lax in not complaining about a ɫTV article. An interview with Johnson’s deputy, Sir Simon Milton, was presented in ɫTV under the banner “I am Boris’ brain”. Apparently, this was very confusing to the Standard’s staff, who weren’t entirely clear whether it was supposed to be taken literally or not. So to limit any confusion, we’d like to point out that Milton isn’t really, nor has he ever been, Boris’ brain and that the mayor has a functioning cerebrum of his own. And at no point did Milton actually claim anything to the contrary.
BAM picks its big red nose
The good folk at BAM Construct have done some blue-sky thinking for this year’s Red Nose Day. On the contractor’s site for South Thames College in London, project manager Andy Lock has ordered red T-shirts, helmets and noses for all of the site team, donated the hire costs of the project’s tower crane to charity, and designed an eight-foot red nose for the crane itself. You can see the crane and (more importantly) donate to the good causes of Comic Relief by going to
Preaching to the converted
Fresh from his pilgrimage to Le Corbusier’s Chandigarh in India, diminutive RIBA president Sunand Prasad has now revealed a Damascene conversion. “I used to call myself an agnostic, but I think the credit crunch is the final proof of God’s existence,” he announced to the faithful last week at the green construction trade show Ecobuild. Prasad was apparently talking about divine intervention in the timing of the recession just as investment is needed in sustainable construction. But zealous evangelism at a sustainability event? Fancy that.
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