Apparently, for reasons that seem to defy the laws of time, space and general fairness, it’s still January. And it’s becoming increasingly clear that the only solution might be to make a break for warmer climes.
Just look at our old friends the A-listers: they’ve spent much of the past month jetting from tropical resort to swanky awards do and back again. And while we can’t hope to match their premium economy seats (like, minimum) or their Caribbean destinations, we can learn a thing or two from their airport swag, because there’s nothing worse than turning up at the check-in desk in less than fire garms. Nothing.