Pass the bucket.

Cast the clocks back one month — as I recall, to the day, as it would have been the sixteenth of December last year...

Brunchin’ Ch4: High Brunch at Nobu Dubai

It was with a certain trepidation that I made my way to Atlantis with a few mates for my annual birthday meal.  Though there...

Freezing my Arz off.

Seasoned Dubai-ers are quick to calm down newbies in the sweltering summer months, where the temperature pushes far beyond forty and the huge open...

Out-pancaked by a youth.

Being someone who is very proud of their well-cultivated ‘it is what it is’ outlook, I like to think I can handle a lot...

Brunchin’ Ch3: The Emperor’s Brunch at Imperium

For a long time, I shall remember the brunch at Imperium, the over-ostentatious (is that a thing?) restaurant at the Jumeirah Zabeel Saray resort...

Discerning Drinking Ch37: Barasti

Continued from here… The taxi headed westwards towards Marina and JLT, beyond The Palm and towards the sunset — and traffic.  As we stop-started,...
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Brunchin’ Ch2: The Chocoholic Brunch at Sanabel

Dubai is a very transient city, and no-one hangs around for too long.  Despite having a ruddy good time here, I already know it...

Brunchin’ Ch1: Pergolas at the Al Murooj

A land of contradictions, Dubai messes with the mind.  The other day, for example, it pissed down raining.  I loved it, practically dancing through...

48 Hours (Part Two)

Continued from here FRIDAY. 8am: Early start. I decided to have a swim.  Rejoiced for the Union and had breakfast in bed.  Fell asleep...

48 Hours (Part One)

THURSDAY. 8am: Commuters. Depart Cheltenham on the First Great Western service heading for Paddington.  It will obviously get in late, and it did.  The...
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