Richard Branson

by Gary Walther The Hotel Detective hears lots of stories in his line of work, but three weeks ago, sitting next to Richard Branson at dinner on Necker Island, his private-island Caribbean resort, which has just reopened, he heard a great one. Do you remember the hit record Tubular Bells?

By Marc Kristal Nothing makes you feel more pampered, somehow, than a properly done first-class airport lounge. By which I don’t mean one of those tired-looking, afterthought kind of spaces with a couple of slow-moving computers, a few half-filled liquor bottles beside a bucket of melted ice, and carrot and