Wily Branson’s reeled in a whopper
THE Obamas’ active winter sunshine vacation c/o Branson, Necker Island, is finally over. Barack flashed a toothy grin at the camera during watersports. He flaunted his toned and pumped guns when kitesurfing, like a Jilted John showing his ex what she’s missing. But the main takeaway: if there’s no such thing as a free lunch, there’s certainly no such thing as a free Caribbean ten-day luxury superbreak with a businessman of Branson’s calibre and cunning. In fact the Obamas have done all Virgin’s advertising – for the airline, the island, the space travel, and for the bearded tycoon himself – perhaps forever. Rarely has such a big fish been caught with such a small hook.