Thank Allah It’s Thursday

It’s that fake Friday feeling again! And every Thursday morning, four enormous boxes full of Dunkin Donuts arrive at the office – then at lunchtime we go out for Thali, a vegetarian curry feast that costs 80p. Most activities appear to be based around food. In the last few days I have eaten: sushi, arabian, italian, thai (twice), pakistani, chinese and many bowls of Frosties. Not having a cooker means we’re forced to eat out. Shame.

So the weekend beckons and the sun is shining. Beach BBQ tomorrow then big night out at a place playing Stone Love type tunes which will be a welcome change from RnB.

In other news:
* A can of Diet Coke costs 15p here. Great for the bank balance, not so good for the teeth
* You can get £75 notes which makes you feel like a proper gangsta – until no one can change it for you and taxi drivers look at you with pleading, poverty-stricken eyes when it’s all you can offer and you feel like a spoilt, western stereotype
* I have made the somewhat dangerous error of getting involved in Facebook. Given the fact I have the willpower of a toddler this does not bode well....
* Miss Nicola Bayly is coming to Dubai next week! Can’t wait to see her and make some trouble
* There was an article in the news this week about workers at a labour camp being so hungry and poorly treated that they resorted to eating cats
* And there’s an urban myth going around about Filipina prostitutes being so badly paid that they killed and ate the watchman in their apartment building.

On that note, wishing you all a wonderful weekend,

h