A thousand and one excuses – an Arabian tale

Commenting on Portsmouth’s current financial troubles Harry Redknapp, its former manager, observed: “As somebody said they’ve (Portsmouth) found the only Arab who seems to be struggling for money.” He was wrong. I had the misfortune of finding the other Arab short of a bob or two. Forget a thousand and one nights, it was more a case of a thousand and one excuses.

The case of Sulaiman al-Fahim, Portsmouth’s new owner, mirrors my own recent experience with apparently rich Gulf Arabs - including a hospital episode.

Like al-Fahim, we too were spun a glamorous vision of riches, comfort and mixing with royalty. In fact, the service we provided was minimal in return for a decent reward package, including first-class travel and presidential suites at a 5 star hotel. So far so good. Unfortunately, like the Portsmouth affair that’s where the glitz and glamour ended. Continue reading A thousand and one excuses – an Arabian tale

Bubbles

You know when you’re doing the washing, and the bottle of washing liquid emits a random bubble? You watch that bubble float around before either you pop it or it decides to give up on its existence by landing on some surface in micro-explosive glory.

Well, this has nothing to do with that. OK, just not with the washing bit. But let’s talk bubbles. Slightly bigger ones.

Our communities are developing and vibrant. Areas such as London’s Tower Hamlets present a haven of (particularly psychological) security by the strengthening of a close knit and supportive community. My couple of years in these parts have taught me to appreciate the comfort of a zone where often practically anyone can be considered family. Continue reading Bubbles