WHAT DOES THE PHRASE “international jet set” mean to you? Me neither, but there are some places to which this particular cliché clings like Russell Brand’s hands to the intern’s … anyway, it still hangs queasily round the Swiss resort of Gstaad.
If “international jet set” were a perfume, it would evoke a redolent base of stale cigar smoke with top notes of Joan Collins’s gusset. Whatever glamorous cachet the words may once have conveyed, they have been reduced to the rapey-eyed oldsters wearing Orlon rollnecks under blazers, listlessly
