Flip through the latest issue of Gulf Weekly.
It’s been a funny old week.
Well I finally settled back into the way of life here in Q-land and there’s not too much to report really, usual old stuff, different day sort of scenario.
Had a couple of toots with my old chum QP and his wife over the weekend which made a nice change from dribbling over the bar talking total rubbish to the other chaps.
A little bit of good news is that Noosh has moved from Paradise Island to Q-Land and hopefully we will all meet up later in the week. Now Noosh certainly knew how to pull a pint but will the constitution be good enough to handle life here?
Mrs Da Do Ron Ron (aka The Serial Sunbather) has been over the moon with the great weather back in Blighty and has been plonked on the sun-lounger from dawn to dusk every day and must be in her element although I really feel sorry for our saucepans, dog and cats as I know for sure that they’ll get nothing to eat until the sun is well below the horizon. Saying that, she did admit that she was missing Q-Land and her daily swim in the pool with the Golden Girls and was moaning and groaning that she can’t even fill her paddling pool at home because of the hose pipe ban.
The only bit of really bad news this week was that Garveys had run out of Amstel Lite but we old soldiers soon adapted to the Golden Throat Charmer, which kept us going over the weekend.
My old pal Stretch is having a ball on Paradise Island (well compared to J’Burg you would — wouldn’t you) and has been out and about with his new chum Kev the Rev. The jungle drums are telling me that JJ’s is grabbing quite a large part of his daily allowance, plus they have been spot frequenting a “certain” hotel in Adliya. I should know a little bit more of this as I’m off on the big Golden Falcon this weekend for a few toots with them and Dick — watch out chaps (wink wink).
