When I started this blog, I was squarely told that it would be but a flash in the pan. A dalliance, craved only until I rediscovered booze and a social life. “Gaffaw, pish tosh and bollocks” replied I with all the zeal of the new blogger and his new blog.
If you check the time-stamp on my last real post, you will notice the year long hiatus. A year filled mostly with booze and a social life. Damn you beer and friends, damn you all for proving me wrong.
It’s been a good year with bad bits rather than the other way round and I’m truly thankful it didn’t fall under the label of mundane. Give me hell but don’t make it boring.
I shall try to sum it up in this post but there are topics that I will have to devote more time and language to (probably bad language if I’m honest).
The last you heard, I was a new migrant to the Dubai sand-castle, brimming with the exuberance of exploration and experience of a new place. There was a lady in my life and I had a hat, the dapperness of which has not been seen since, well, the last time you guys saw me.
I still have the hat. I call him Hatford.
I’m well into my second year in Dubai now and I’ve pretty much seen and done it all. There’s far less going on here than in, say, London or New York so I’ve settled into the socialising scene which involves bars, clubs and babbling an inordinate amount at people. My friends here are an excellent bunch of ne’er-do-wells, but I sometimes look at myself and think that in any other city, I would be classed as a youth (using the Metropolitan Police definition of “youth”), scaring old people and in desperate need of a community centre and a hug.
Yes, ok, I pretty much fit that description in any city I’m in but remember the hat! It has magical charm exuding capabilities.
The loss of my good lady was one of those bad bits I was talking about. Luckily we’re still friends but it’s still sad. I think that’s all I want to say about that unless you buy me numerous drinks and compliment my hat.
I think that’s pretty much caught you up apart from mentioning my travels. The past year has included Abu Dhabi for 11 months on a project that involved more hours drinking in a big empty house than is strictly healthy. London and Tamworth which I loved dearly due to the random bouts of insanity that I inflict on my friends. Johannesburg which I loved despite the utter nutter I was travelling with and finally Cairo. Cairo is the city I’m currently stationed in. I need an entire book to properly convey my dislike of Cairo. In fact I think I will find it cathartic to vent a little in my next post.
Actually, this post has hardly caught you up at all. I haven’t mentioned karaoke, brunches, dead bodies, the Irish, prison cells, anything topical at all (including skin creams!), hotel room antics, Aussies, my irrational fear of small people or inflatable camel costumes.
Until I get round to writing up more of those topics here’s a gratuitous picture of 2 lions eating my foot. In the mean time I do post more of my stupidity on Twitter (see the box on the right) but thankfully it’s limited to 140 characters.
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