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Father of the feel-good factory Sir Lindsay Owell-Jones does not like being photographed. 'Do I have to smile?' he says gruffly. He exudes the air of a man who has done this many, many times before. Such expertise derives from the fact that Sir Lindsay is frequently photographed with models, girls far taller than he is, who wear lipstick, eyeshadow and nail polish made by L'Oreal, the company he has worked for since 1969. For nearly 20 years, he was Chief Executive of L'Oreal, the world's biggest beauty company and owner of brands such as Maybelline, Redken, Lancome and Vichy. Although he stepped back from the day-to-day running of the company two years ago, handing over the job to Jean-Paul Agon, he remains Chairman. Sir Lindsay, who turns 62 this month, has spent the better part of his life trying to convince women and men that buying L'Oreal's lotions and shampoos will make them feel good. L'Oreal is a curious destination for a man who had 'no intention' of taking a job in the consumer goods industry. Yet he was drawn to the beauty company. ;It was still quite a small company, but was thought to be going places and was considered a great example of creative marketing and original advertising campaigns. Cosmetics is a business of intuition. Consumers don't tell you what they need; you've got to guess.' He credits his predecessor, Francois Dalle, with teaching him basic business sense while he was working his way up the ranks of L'Oreal. 'He single-handedly ran this company and did every marketing job for every brand, all at the same time. But he was a genius. I think one of the reasons I got responsibility so young was that I could interpret the things he said, which often were the opposite of what he actually said literally. So when I gal the job as Chief Executive, it came totally naturally to me that my priority was going to be to write L'Oreal in the sky of every country in the world.' Under Sir Lindsay's leadership, L'Oreal did just that. Annual sales rose from a few million euros to more than €l7bn as the company acquired foreign cosmetic groups such as Shu Uemural in Japan, Kiehl's in the US and the Body Shop in Britain. Sir Lindsay harboured international ambitions even as a child. 'My mother dreamed of panics at Monte Carlo and the bright lights. She transmitted to me the idea that excitement and fun was being international and travelling and speaking languages. It was easy as a teenager in a slightly grim 1950s Britain to see the cars going into Monte Carlo and to say. "Wow,one day I'm going to be there."
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Mercedes star twinkles once more. The Mercedes star is gleaming again. In 2002, it suffered as dramatic a fall as any luxury brand Could, as it reported its first losses for nearly two decades and saw its quality slip so far that newspapers were full of stories of cars that kepi on breaking down. 'Mercedes should not make losses. That is absolutely clear,' says Dieter Zetsche, who became Head of Mercedes in September 2005 and Chief Executive of its parent company, Daimler, three months later. 'But we have great results now and we are starting to change (he culture in many ways.' Indeed, so much has Mercedes changed that III three years it has gone from the worstperforming of the large luxury car makers to the trailblazer. Execlitives at its bigger-selling rival BMW look enviously at its 9 . I -per-cent return on sales last year (and even more so at the 1 0 .4 per cent it made i n the fourth quarter - compared with BMW's 5.4 per cent in the third quarter). Much of that turnaround is due to Mr Zetsche, famous for his walrus moustache. He was not the first automotive executive to take on two jobs, but he has been one of the most successful with it, using his operational experience at Mercedes to help him at Daimler. Mr Zetsche says that combining roles is essential for his management style. He is also keen to stress that Mercedes has a team approach. Mr Zetsche was hard from the outset, cutting 1 4,500 jobs - 8,500 in production and 6,000 administrative staff. That broke the pattern of Mercedes providing a job for life to workers. But it had a dramatic effect on the bottom line. Mr Zetsche says: 'Productivity gains don't get you anything if you don't reduce personnel.' Mercedes' recent success is also linked 10 a big improvement in its product quality and the launch of some well-praised models, headed by the new C-Class saloon.' Mercedes is building cars that people want to buy again and, for once, they even look better than BMWs,' says one London-based analyst. The debate on reducing carbon- dioxide emissions could hit Mercedes hard. But the company, for now, is choosing to highlight the launch of 20 fuel-efficient models this year. All of this has put a spring back in the step of a company that, in Mr Zetsche's words, also acts as a 'mirror on German society' . 11 has also restored lustre to Mr Zetsche's star, which was tarnished by the poor performance of Chrysler, the US car maker that was owned by Daimler.
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41- OMEGA FILE 522 Galapagos, Ecuador 'Got your sun hats?'said Arla. 'Why?' Asked Jude. 'Where are we going now?' 'South America,' Arla said. 'Big place,' said Jude. 'How about Chile? I like chile.' 'No, it's Ecuador. You're going to the Galapagos Is lands,a thousand kilometres out in the Pacific Ocean.' 'Oh right,' Hawker said. 'Are you going to tell us why?' Arla looked unhappy. 'Threr's something strange going on. EDI is getting emails every day from the Galapagos. They'er all about Isabela Island and they all say things like this.' He gave Hawker and Jude a piece of paper. Hawker and Jude looked at Arla, and then laughed. 'There are a lot of crazy people out there on the Internet,' said Jude. 'You don't believe this one - do you?' 'Perhaps it's crazy, and perhaps it's not,' said Arla. 'But when we email back with questions, they don't answer. The Americans are watching the island by satellite, but they don't want to tell us why. There are two Australianships going there. The Mexicans are getting very excited, and the Ecuadorians are saying nothing ... Something is happening on Isabela. What is it? We want to know.' * * * * * * * From Brussels to the Galapagos is a long way. Hawker and Jude took a plane to Cuba, a second plane to Ecuadoor, then a third plane out to Baltra Island, in the Galapagos. When they got out of the plane, a wall of hot air hit them. 'Whew,'said Hawker. He put on his sun hat quickly. 'They went across to Santa Cruz Island and down to puerto Ayora. There they found a boat, the Sea-Lion, to take them to Isabela, about 90 kilometres away. At first, the boatman, Gonzalo, did not want to take them. 'My boat can take ten people,'he said. 'It's a very good boat, but very expensive for only two people.' Jude smiled at him. 'Not for two rich people.' 'Rich?' said Hawker. 'It's not our money - ouch!' Jude hit him hard on the arm. We're on holiday,' she told Gonzalo. We want to see the giant tortoises on Isabela.'she looked at Hawker. Don't we? 'Er, yes. That's right,' said Hawker quickly. We're very interested in the giant tortoises.' On the way to Island Jude eead a book about the Galapagos, and Hawker watched the sea. 'Isabela is a very young island,' Jude told him. 'And it has - listen to this!-six volcanoes. One erupted only two year ago.' 'Oh that's great!' Said Hawker. 'Crazy emails, strange visitors in the middle of the Pacific, and now erupting volcanoes! Thank you, Arla!' Not many people lived on Isabela, and puerto Villamil was usually a sleepy place. But when the sea-lion arrived, there were about fifty people donw by the sea. There were two small boats, and on them Hawker and Jude could see chairs and tables, beds, boxes and bags, and a bicycle. Gonzalo celled out in Spanish to the people on the boats, then turned to Hawker and Jude. 'Lots of people are laeving Isabela,' he said. 'They are afraid.' 'Afraid of what?' asked Jude. 'Go and talk to them, Hawker. Your Spanish is better than mine.' Hawker. came back half an hour later. 'You're not going to believe this,' he told Jude. The people here say there's a spaceship on Isbela. It came down ten day ago, right down inside volcano Alcedo. And it's still there.' 'How do they know that?'said Jude. 'There's an Australian, Dr Jim Miller, up on Alcedo. He works here, studying giant tortoises. He saw the spaceship, and now he's waithing for the visitors to come out.' 'So the "visitors" in those emails are extraterrestrials. ETs. Little green men from another planet. Oh dear,' said Jude . 'Can we go home now, Hawker?' Hawker laughed. 'No, we can't. We climb Volcano Alcedo,' he said. 'Talk to Dr Miller. Say hello to the ETs.' 'Oh dear,' Jude said again. 'I was afraid of that.' Gonzalo took them in the Sea-Lion up to Shipton Cove. There, very early the next morning, Hawker and Jude began their climb up the volcano. 'There is a path,' Gonzalo told them, but it is five hours to the top and hard climbing. And very, very hot. You must carry water - two litres for one person for one day. You must alerp at et the top and come down tomorrow - but not when the sun is high in the sky. And be careful, please!' 'Careful of the spaceship visitors, you mean?' Said Jude. 'I don't know about spaceships,' smiled Gonzalo, 'but Volcano Alcedo is always a little excited - she is always doing something new.' It was a very hard climb. After two hours, they stopped under some trees. They drank some water and looked out over the blue sea. The black volcanic rocks under their feet were hot from the sun. 'It's so beautiful here,' said Jude. 'Mmm. Yes and no,' said Hawker. Then, 'Hey, Jude! Look! That animal, over there by that rock. What - is - it?' 'Oh, wow!' whispered Jude. 'It's an iguana - a Galapagos iguana. Isn't he wonderful?' The iguana stared at them with its hot orange eyes, and did not move. Its body was about a metre long, and an orange-yellowy colour. It looks about a thousand years old,' said Hawker. 'A very strange animal.' 'Everything about this island is strange,' said Jude. They climbed and climbed, and the sun got hotter and hotter. After three more hours they came to the top, and looked down into the great crater of Alcedo, two hundred metres deep and seven kilometres across. To the north and the south they could see more volcanoes, and across the sea to the west the island of Fernandina - but they could not see Dr Miller or his camp. 'We need to go round the crater to the south,' said Hawker. 'It's another two hours' walk, the villagers said.' It was hard walking over the black lava rock, and once Hawker nearly fell. Jude caught his arm. 'Don't break a leg here,' she said. 'I don't want to cayyy you back down to the boat.' 'Why not?' said Hawker. 'I carried you home once.' 'We weren't on top a of a volcano then,' said Jude. At last they saw Dr Miller's camp,and ten minutes later they arrived. Dr Miller was short, very brown, and angry. 'Go away!' he shouted. 'You're Americans, aren't you?' 'No, we aren't,' said Hawker. 'We're Euroean. How do you do, Dr Miller?' 'What are you doing here?' he said angrily. 'We'd like to talk you,' said Jude quietly. 'About the spaceship down donw in the crater. Why are you soangry?' 'Because nobody listens to me!' said Dr Miller. 'Nobody believes me! The Americans say, "Oh, crazy man!". The Australian government says, "Get some sleep!" What can i do? Something very important is happening on this planet, and nobody is listening!' 'Well, we're here now, and we're listening,' Jude said. Dr Miller looked at them. 'Who do you work for?' 'Europe,' said Hawker. 'Europe is very interested in this spaceship. Please tell us about it.' 'Ah, the emails did get through, then,' said Dr Miller. 'Who did the emails come from?' asked Hawker. 'Ecuadorian friends,' said Dr Miller. 'Over on Santa Cruz. Look, I've got some beer here. You want one?' They sat on the black lava rocks under the hot sun, and drank hot beer. Below them clouds of smoke and steam moved this way and that way across the carter. And was there, under those clouds, a spaceship from another planet? Sometimes I think I can see it down there,' said Jim Miller, 'but mostly I can't. It's a great white thing, and long legs came out of it when it came down.' 'But why here, Jim?' said Jude. 'Why into a volcano?' 'Who knows?' Said Jim. 'Perhaps they like hot places. Perhaps they need something from the hot lava.' 'And why are you angry with the Americans, Jim?' Hawker asked. 'I know their beer's no good, but...' 'They watched this spaceship on their satellite. I know they did. They know it's here, but they don't want the world to know. They don't want people like you and me to meet any extraterrestrial visitors. Oh no! They want it all to be a big secret. Then they can be top dog.' Just then there was a sudden noise, a BOOM deep below the ground. 'What...what was that,Jim?' Asked Jude.'
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