Welcome to the future of private air travel. Thank us later. – GAY TIMES – Gay Times Magazine
It all started out in a tiny little airport building in Ibiza with pictures of Christian Dior and Grace Jones, all-white leather furniture and teeny-tiny bottles of Moët with real corks. You just walk in, they take your luggage and – in our case – we didn’t see a single other person. No one who didn’t know where their passport was, no children sitting on floors, no one fighting over the only electrical socket available to charge iPhones, no overpriced WHSmith sandwiches, so dry you could use them as shower mats. Drink up that Moët, we’re going early because we’re all here, the limousine will stop to have your passport checked then it’s straight up the chrome steps to loveliness.
Yes, we’ve all got used to awful budget airlines by now… but don’t we deserve nicer things? And think of the Insta-opportunities! We ran our phones dry doing seat-up, seat-down, champagne through window, sitting in loo. If it’s a special thing – you’re getting married, for instance, or popping to the new Standard in Ibiza Town – look into it. Mariah Carey would.