As you know my altered hormones have left me a bit soft in the head so please forgive me if this stunning fact isn't exactly front page news but today I came up with the exciting realisation that here in Dubai.... .... there's no dastardly jingley-jangley Christmas carols playing on a constant annoying and rage-inducing loop in every single shop! Plus the telly schedule isn't packed full of annoying ads trying to get you to buy rubbish plastic sh*te that is guaranteed to break by Boxing Day and stupid perfume ads pretending to be arty-farty 'mini movies' (erm, like Nicole Kidman's rictus face looking misty and lots of prancing around in posh frocks is going to make me race off to the shops and drop Alpha's hard earned cash on something to make me smell like a tart's drawers. Do they take me for a fool ?) Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that we may be forced to listen to the call to prayer umpteen times a day in Dubai but we don't have...
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