Archive for February 2009
One of the things I love about living away from home is having visitors. When I was in Liechtenstein, I had six visitors in nine months, which I thought was good going, considering Liech isn´t exactly a throbbing tourist destination! Thanks Mim and Pim, Rude Larry, Kate, Kate (I know a lot of Kates!), and Kim for making the effort. And apologies to the second Kate and Kim that I never blogged about your visits… You´ll just have to come to visit me in Dubai!
I realise now that my goal of having 20 people visiting me in Liechtenstein was slightly ambitious, although I might´ve had more visitors if I´d stayed a full year.
But the great thing about Dubai is, not only is it a place where people actually *want* to visit me, but it´s perfectly placed for a stopover between South Africa and Europe. Also, it´s a popular enough tourist spot that sometimes I bump into people I know who just happen to be on holiday here, without visiting me specifically. I already saw Shennie Pie and Mr Moose´s friend JS in January. He´s my accidental visitor number one.
I´m expecting more visitors soon – of both the accidental and purposeful variety – so watch this space. And if *you* want to feature on Trinny in Dubai, I always have a spare bed for you (even if it´s actually a couch).
Last night went to a pub quiz at Fibber McGee´s. Reminded me of when I used to live in the House of Earthly Delights. They might be Giants and Team Doris regularly used to battle it out for glory at Quiz Nite at the River Club.
But back to last night: our team, called “At least we still have jobs”, only came third. I was never going to be any help in the plasticine “creative” round, but at least I answered the scrabble question correctly. All those online games must be paying off! Can any of you tell me how many letters in scrabble have a value of two points? No googling allowed!
Mim once said that my phone voice sounds as if I´m going to burst into tears. But it seems not everyone is of that opinion.
In the lift at work yesterday…
HR person: You know, when I used to speak to you on the phone in South Africa, it sounded as if you were big and tall… Like a real South African.
T: Um, at least I have a tall voice!
TS: I´ve got an idea for a feature.
TC: What is it?
TS: I found a shop in Karama that sells curry by the kilo. We could have a curry-eating competition!
TC: You couldn´t eat a kilo of curry.
TS: But I could try.
TC: I´ve got the headline already: Keel over.
One of the strange things in which I take delight is how the same words and phrases can have completely different meanings depending on context. I´m not really talking about obvious homonyms like “left” (opposite of right) and “left” (past tense of leave). More about finding examples in my own life, and making a connection for absurdity´s sake.
For example: DPS.
When I was at varsity, if you got all your DPs (duly perfomed certificates) it meant you were allowed the privilege of writing exams.
When I first worked on magazines, I learnt that DPS stood for a double page spread.
And when I taught in Liechtenstein, we used DPS to refer to one of the set texts: Dead Poet´s Society. (The book, not the film, although if I´d had any say in the syllabus I wouldn´t have chosen either.) Very glad that
I´m back in the world of double page spreads these days!
In the lift at an apartment on The Palm Jumeirah…
American 1: Check out this cigar. It´s from Cuba, so it´s illegal in America!
American 2: Well, as soon as Castro kicks it, Cuba´s gonna be the 51st state!!
American 3: Yeah – we should take over Canada too!!!
This is why (some) Americans annoy me, to put it politely. It´s also why I want to visit Cuba as soon as possible.
PS – Anyway, cigars are like so before the credit crunch.