Saturday, 28 May 2011

A vulgar, hateful hellhole full of Labour councillors

A construction chum had to do a three-week stint in Dubai recently to cover for a colleague. In vain he pleaded every reason under the Sun to be excused, but had to do his chokey in the end. I've vowed that I will never, under any circumstances, set foot in the ghastly place. Every hotel is a luxury hotel, twinkling with light and glass and gold and reflections from polished stone, with subservient and deferential staff and every pampering luxury one can imagine. But not a second-hand bookshop to be found in the entire Kingdom. This is truly what Hell must be like - an eternity in Dubai. Not surprisingly, it is a favoured destination for Labour councillors and senior council officers; there's something about the gross vulgarity, the hatefulness, the massive gap between rich and poor that attracts them like magpies. They can draw their designer blinds against the sight of Indian contract workers plunging past their windows, one expects. Dubai is the bowge of the panderers and flatterers. 


Give me the salt tang of a muddy English creek at the waters retreat, the approach of an unconcerned Oystercatcher, and the company of Swans. Give me a cranky waterside pub where the carpet may be sticky but the ale is chilled and fresh, the laughter honest and the company equal, with staff who'll answer back. Give me the sound of church bells in the twilight air as the ringers practice, the sweet smoke of singeing meat and herbs and the dust of narrow rough-metalled tracks and byways. 


Wherever you are this weekend, except Dubai, have a good one.  

17 comments:

Rush-is-Right said...

"Give me a cranky waterside pub where the carpet may be sticky but the ale is chilled and fresh....."

No. If it's ale, then it should be cool but not chilled. Chilled is for lager (and louts!)

greg tingey said...

Butt & Oyster, Pin Mill?

Anonymous said...

@Raedwald
"Give me the salt tang of a muddy English creek at the waters retreat, the approach of an unconcerned Oystercatcher, and the company of Swans. Give me a cranky waterside pub where the carpet may be sticky but the ale is chilled and fresh, the laughter honest and the company equal, with staff who'll answer back. Give me the sound of church bells in the twilight air as the ringers practice, the sweet smoke of singeing meat and herbs and the dust of narrow rough-metalled tracks and byways."

Thank you for describing the England that I still love and the England that will never be destroyed by the leftist statists and town hall millionaires. Fcuk 'em! Fcuk the lot of 'em!

Coney Island

Anonymous said...

Oh, by the way, try the Old Ship Inn at Cadmore End not far from Marlow. Its a 16thC pub and poachers still walk in, in the the evening, to trade their rabbits, pheasant and trout for good English ale, served from the cellar tap - theer are no pumps on the bar.

Coney Island

Manganese said...

"Give me the salt tang of a muddy English creek at the waters retreat..."

You romantic old poet, Raedwald. I love it! More like this please.

A wandering minstrel, I said...

Last time I was in Dubai (early 1970s) it was a delightful place to stop over for a day or two. It consisted of just small settlements on either side of the dhow lined creek, an interesting little souk, and friendly small hotels and bars where a traveller could get a decent glass of something cold.

The Jebel Ali port was still but a glimmer in someone's eye and Sharjah was merely a strip of sand whereon dhow builders produced magnificent dhows with the help only of saws and chisels. I wonder if they are still there these days?

In later years I wondered to myself what the royal family were wasting all their money on, and why, as the place has no industry and little by way of natural resources - so they started to build buildings for builders to live in while they built more buildings. The lunatic plans they implemented leave sane observers scratching their heads and it was no surprise to see the house of cards collapse last year. It will take them a while to recover.

Gordon the Fence Post Tortoise said...

Ah well, when in rains in Dubai (which it does) ... they've not made proper provision for sewage - there may be gleaming towers but after a shower or two, you's up to your ankles in ordure.

I had to laugh at the chique Dubai marina carpeted with a very stinky crust of poo a couple of years back.


The sanitised version.

The pong of fermenting poo is never very far away in Dubai.

Demetrius said...

A good many Premiership footballers have invested in Dubai property. Are you questioning their judgement?

Anonymous said...

If you want to sail a boat, you have to know which way the wind is blowing.
P Soakel

welshguru said...

Give me the sunshine and leave the rest.

Gordon the Fence Post Tortoise said...

I thought of Dubai when I caught this in an idle moment.

This resonates too... The Arab Spring or whatever it's called could spin out of control all too easily. The "peninsula" locals are definitely a minorities in their own lands and the passivity of their guests can only be relied on for a finite length of time.

I see the Saudis are trying to bribe their population into passivity.

greg tingey said...

"Secret Water"
and
The pubs of the Dengie ....

DP111 said...

Islamic Parasites - Oil Ticks, Welfare Leeches, Hookworms and Brood Parasites

"Unemployment among ethnic minorities costs the economy almost £8.6 billion a year in benefits and lost revenue from taxes. Half of Muslim men and three quarters of Muslim women are unemployed. "

http://crombouke.blogspot.com/2010/01/islamic-parasites.html

It must be the same in the rest of the world.

Single Acts of Tyranny said...

I have to say I could tolerate the lack of second hand bookshops for the no income tax

Some of the workers do a get what seems like a shitty deal, but I was chatting to one on a construction site some years back and he was telling me the salary was about six-fold what he could make back home. QED.

That said, the pub sounds pretty good.

James Higham said...

there's something about the gross vulgarity, the hatefulness, the massive gap between rich and poor that attracts them like magpies

Never a truer word ...

Weekend Yachtsman said...

Bowge?

I'm an Essex man by birth and I have never heard that word before.

It sounds good, though.

The Butt & Oyster's very nice, but a bit touristy and cliched now. I can think of several other better pubs, which I am not going to name here, of course.

Excellent post.

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