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...We’re just trying to get the matches under our belt,” El-Hayek said. “We’re not really focusing on doing everything we can to not lose. Our focus right now is the little things, the fine-tuning points. With our focus on those things right now, later in the year, just trusting in the program, it will all work...
...waits in a serpentine queue in the crowded departure terminal at Stansted Airport near London, pinstripe-suited Canon executive Brian Owen, 58, is an easy-to-spot casualty of this corporate belt tightening. He's on his way to Ireland via Dublin-based Ryanair, and it's his first business trip on a low-fare carrier. Despite the daunting check-in wait, Owen--who like most discount flyers bought his ticket online--pronounces the experience so far "pretty painless." By comparison, Glasgow-bound Adrian Eve, 27, a marketing executive for aerospace firm BAE Systems, is a veteran...
...consciously pushes the puerility, especially in a recent series of Singapore, Taiwan and Hong Kong concerts. "I get away with murder," she revels. "I mean, those shorts must have been the shortest in Hong Kong history. And then leaping into a bathtub ... " Shorts? They were more like a belt. Her legs were painted gold from the groin down, like something out of a James Bond credit sequence. At one point she stepped into a foaming bath and was sponged down by four scantily clad coryph?es. She lifted her feet in the air for them to admire and soap. Same...
...Interior Minister, Afghanistan's internal spymaster. "I was responsible for collecting information on the jihad warriors" who fought the Russians, she says. She likes to show a photo of herself from those days; in it she wears a green army uniform with a pistol tucked under her belt...
...generational story as the rebellious daughter's sensitive poet husband turns into a new version of the venal Conrad. But long before that the book has degenerated into a crude lesson on the corruption of the bourgeoisie, the likes of which hasn't been seen since depression-era borscht-belt theater. The characters remain one-dimensional types (the boozy black-sheep brother; the frigid trophy wife; the stuffy matriarch) who come and go in one unbelievable, manipulative scene after another. The book gallops along furiously. Within one page Conrad's first wife dies in childbirth, the grandparents are denied...