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I've just been interviewed by the very funny Geordiebird for tomorrow's Catboy and Geordiebird Breakfast Show on Dubai 92. It seems that they stumbled across this blog recently and think that the Dubai Stereotypes series is quite amusing, so they wanted to have a chat about it.

The interview is going out on air tomorrow so listen if you can and allow yourself a good old belly laugh at the no doubt stupid things I managed to utter. Thankfully I also managed to go a whole two minutes without swearing or saying anything so outrageously rude that I'd be justifiably shunned at the school gates (or arrested), so there's something to be properly proud of.

Those who know me, though, may wonder why I sound frighteningly like a man. Can I state, for the record, that my voice does not usually sound as if I've inhaled three shisha for breakfast? It's just that I have a bit of a cold and I was out last night - it's the last week of term out here in Dubai so all the mummies are out on a celebratory rampage (armed with mojhitos and dangerous) - both of which play havoc with the old vocal chords.

So no cheap transexual/ mummy-disguised-as-a-chap jokes please... 

Comments

Plastic paddy said…
You'll soon be too famous to come drinking with the rest of us mums!
1:17 pm
Kate B. said…
Paddy, that will never happen. On the famous count AND the not drinking with you lot. Rest assured.
7:26 pm
Anonymous said…
Love it!
10:06 am
Anonymous said…
Great blog. Heard you on the Breakfast Show.
10:06 am
Springs chicken said…
missed it have you got a recording?
6:58 pm
Kate B. said…
Hi Springs, go to the post today without a title and there are two links today. Or I can just email you the sound file. :-)
8:15 pm
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