Randomitis

Before I press on, I just wanted to differentiate this blog from the "tales from a suitcase" as I just seem to be using each one as a rant top up session!

1 - VLP has some relationship/ comparison with Dobuy.
2 - VPL may chose to have a retrospective bitching session about Dobuy.
3 - I may decide to highlight how something in Dobuy was/is better than Londinium but still find a way to bitch about Dobuy.

Moving on, I recently read this about Dobuy..."The police have called on the public to use their home safety programme during the summer vacation so as to enjoy trouble-free holidays."

Basically, sign your name and the police will drive by your house every now and then whilst you take your annual 1-2 month summer vacation. I wonder if this is an invisible tax method? Goes to show that crime is definitely on the increase even though I am sure not even a fraction of it is reported.

With any disproportionate boom in a city, the distribution of wealth gets wider and wider which eventually results in the increase of crime. Dobuy used to be a safe city and still markets itself as a safe city where you can leave your car unlocked, leave your mobile on a table with no qualms whatsoever, or leave your handbag lying around in a club whilst you go off and dance for half an hour.

Can't speak for it now, but I am quite sure the days are numbered. Before you know it, there will come a time when you can't walk down the street and talk on your new diamond studded Vertue phone as someone in a lunghi will waddle up to you, clear the phlegm from his throat, spit it out followed by itching his balls, grab your phone and then waddle off.

I am not singling out a particular race as it could be the locals as well.. Hell they have nothing else to do. There was hope that all the expat PA's would get removed and the role would be "Emiratised", but like any other law over there, it was changed a week later.

Lots of crime in London tho but we already knew that. When i moved back, I did forget and used to walk around with my handbag wide open. I used to leave my bag and phone lying on a table and wonder off, however friends would remind me to be more cautious.

Anyways, just thought i'd make a blog entry to kill the last 15 minutes of the day. Time to travel the stanky suffocating sauna tubes. I try and stand as far away from people as possible because 9 times out of 10 they brush their nasty sweaty body on you, or rub their potent pitstained pits on you!

Yalla...

It's getting hot in here...

..so peel off all your clothes.

The country braces itself for what is reported to be the hottest day in over 100 years (dun dun daaaAAHHH)! The mercury is set to creep above 38c today (and the crowd goes wild!).

"Come on Regina, you lived in the Middle East for a while, you should be used to this weather!"

"Sweety, we did not have to endure sweating like pigs whilst trying to work. When the air conditioning at work was out of order, we were allowed to go home as it was considered unfair working conditions."

Truth is, when the weather is this hot we are more exposed to it than a sandy day in the cesspit. On an average boiling hell hot summers day in Dobuy, I spent perhaps no more than 10 minutes outdoors; all of which was simply running out of the car and into air conditioning. The only reason this would have been slightly more than 10 minutes was because I was parked slightly further away from my destination.

As a means to help cool down, I avoid sitting or standing next to fat people on public transport. Don't mean to be horrible, but they do actually radiate more heat. When they sit next to you, it feels as though I am sitting next to a radiator!

I can't say I am looking forward to the day ahead. I sit in a little den with 7 people, no air conditioning and on the 4th floor of a very cramped decrepid building. As you ascend each floor, it gets hotter and hotter. In the afternoon the sun shines through my window which is when I disappear from my desk to go for a walk outside as a means of cooling down.

We do have 2 pathetic portable air conditioning units, however both the fat guys who work in this office have kept them next to their desk so it blows into their arsehole...goodness knows they need it more than I do!

I am quite sure I might actually melt today and will just be a pile of remains on my chair by the end of the day.

Tax and general rant about thick people

"Mohammad urges expats and nationals to obtain IDs"

hmmm, sounds like income tax will be on its way in very shortly!

Speaking of which, I now pay income tax. Had a stack of self assesment forms posted to me as soon as Inland Rev caught wind of my address. I was instructed to pay £100 fine for each late return which is only disputable after I have filled and returned the forms!

Although the thought of having a "tax free salary" was fantastic, given that almost 50% of my salary was going to the tax man. However, now that I have experienced the tax free and back to paying tax, I do prefer paying tax and living in a civilised world.

I was sharing this view with a colleague who was also an expat. If you are an expat, regardless of where ever you are, the majority of people you are competing with will be expats who couldn't "make it" back home. As a result, this is their only shot and will do whatever it takes to succeed which is where manners, ethics, morals and ting get left behind in immigration. Especially given how much they boast to their folks back home and when they do return home, they act as though they are kings and queens returning to their castles.

On another note, it really is amazing how white people are so thick and completely and utterly oblivious to what is happening in the Middle East! All they talk about is football or Big Bruva, but when it comes to people's lives, they just don't have a bluddy clue. It is incredibly frightening as these middle class white folks will just listen to what they hear in the media in order to cover up their ignorance.

The c*ck sucker who sits opposite me is so unbelievably deluded and thick, I've caught him asking my opinion (on a work matter) and then regurgitating it to the boss as his own! He is also an East End cockney beer belly trying to be a public school boy...now there's an amusing sight!