I concluded last month's piece by promising something a
little more seasonal. By that I meant that thoughts are now turning
to the summer and any plans we may have for the warmer, longer days
ahead.
Slightly jumping the gun I have already taken my own break
– well five days of it anyway – and it was on the plane
home to Gibraltar that I overheard an interesting conversation. Now
please don't get the idea that I go around deliberately
eavesdropping, but when two City types in suits talk loudly about
our Rock, what is one to do?
"So," said the first chap, "is this your first
time to the Rock?" "No," responded his colleague.
"Apart from everything else it's the best duty free in the
world and I always get cheap fags and a bottle. But it is
confusing. Last time I could only take 200 ciggies back with me and
I thought Gib was meant to be in the EU?" "Well
yes," came the reply. "Sort of."
