My room at the Naviti is amazing. The glass doors open around two entire sides, and I have a view out onto the mountains across the hotel gardens. I can sit out on my own patio and chat to the neighbours, or I can hand feed the strange little birds that come hopping across the lawn from every direction at the slightest smell of food. They stand at my feet, look up at me and make the feathers on their neck stand up like a mane. Then they warble until I feed them. ...

At 30,000 feet, the stewardess on flight FJ910 to Fiji asked me if I would like the chicken or the lamb. I have absolutely no idea why she asked me this, because what I got on my tray didn't even begin to come close to either of them. I read once that McDonalds were being considered to take over the in-flight catering on British Airways flights, but I gather that nothing came of it. It's a shame, really - I quite like the idea of being asked by a stewardess with ...