Monthly Archives: July 2006

Film fail

I tried to find the only English language (VO) showing of Superman Returns this weekend in Cannes. Having been stuck for ages in traffic, dodging vacant-gazed, St Tropez tanned (real and otherwise) rich people, and swerving to avoid gas-guzzling G wagons and Porsche Cayennes (sound familiar?). I failed to find the cinema. Apparently it’s too small to warrant a) a sign b) flashing neon lights or c) a car park. Will try again next week, when I’ve gathered more strength.

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Spammed by SMS

I may have travelled to another continent, but I’m still being spammed by Etisalat SMS ads. I didn’t go to any of those club nights when I lived in Dubai, so why on earth would I bother now?

Can’t stand the heat

Even for someone that has had years of Dubai’s 50 degree humidity in the summer, a sweltering French summer is proving to be hard work. The mercury’s hovering around 31 degrees, but there is no AC – and we are wilting. I had to resort to primary school origami by making a paper fan, so we have issued purchase instructions for an electrical variety.

Meanwhile, the flies are out in force, inspiring my colleagues to buy up the local supermarket’s stock of insect killer. So now the office is adorned by hanging sticky tape traps, sprayed with chemicals and books are thrown at lingering bluebottles – a positive war zone here.

The glorious game

What a week to move to France – the glorious last seven days of the World Cup. During the flight from Dubai, Zidane had a renaissance and started playing like the spring-heeled former World Footballer of the Year that struck fear – and goals – into the opposition.

Unfortunately, five days is a long time in football; from the horn-honking street parties following Les Bleus’ semi-final win, to the eerie silence that followed Zidane’s red card. I was watching the game in Monaco, where a bizarre time lapse in TV coverage meant we heard the Italian cheers before they had even taken the fifth penalty. The French press claims Zizou was hard done by, but the inexplicable head butt was a sorry note to end the competition.

Meanwhile, I switched my allegiance from the “ruggedly handsome” Zidane to Fabulous Fabio Cannavaro, having broken with my countrymen and supported Germany in the third-place play-offs.

Au revoir, Dubai

I’ve finally left the crane-filled Dubai for the Cote d’Azur. Dubai gave me eight good years, but it’s goodbye to Seattle’s Best coffee delivery and traffic jams, and hello to fresh air, European culture, mad French drivers, cobbled streets and no air-conditioning.

Spot the before and after photos.

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