“No booze, no sex, no smoking or smacking in the street.” So begins a column in the current issue of Private Eye, about life during Ramadan in Bahrain.
Sadly, a closer read showed that it’s “snacking” that’s banned. (OK, I was tired. Like, went to bed at 8.30pm the night before tired. Like, left my credit card in the machine at the railway station ticket office that morning tired).
But, just for a moment, wonderful images of the streets of Bahrain at other times of year had flashed across my mind. Benches at the side of every street were occupied by gentlemen in flowing white robes, as the sun shone down. Each would have a young lady, bottom bared, upended over his knee. They’d be spanking their charges with abandon. I was already mentally booking our flights…
Well, that just goes to show that tiredness can sometimes be a good thing, it can give us lovely little moments of escapism! We should embrace the tiredness. Or maybe just get some more sleep…
If he would have got more sleep, eliane, he’d have been in bed instead of visiting me!
And I don’t like Bahrain. I went to visit my cousins there once, and a man tried to make my uncle swap me for 700 camels, 200 goats and some gold. And girls kept kissing me in the street. It was really scary!
Rofl Smudge! You never told me that! Personally, I think you’re worth at least 1000 cames and 250 goats you know. How rude of that man to suggest you’re worth anything less than that. Why the girls kept kissing you in the street though… Is that normal there, or did they just think you were an angel with your blond hair and non-tan skin?
Bahrain sounds like an interesting place to go. Even though I’d make sure to have at least 3 bodyguards with me at all times.
“Camel”, Irelynn, not “came”. That’s different. Even if girls are kissing one another in the street 😉
Rofl Irelynn, it never came up! ‘Oh, by the way, someone tried to buy me in Bahrain once…’ And I think they were kissing me because of my hair. They kept stroking it and saying they loved me. They were really nice and everything, but still. I’d never seen them in my life!
Oh god, Smudge, I know the feeling. In Turkey a man locked me in his shop and wouldn’t stop talking Turkish at me and stroking my face until my disgruntled father came and banged on the window. I’m so glad I don’t have to do Ramadam… No drinking, smoking or sex?!
Well Abel, at least I’m not the only one making spelling mistakes. Evie said Ramadam, which sounds cooler than Ramadan, but isn’t quite right. Not to mention all the spelling mistakes *you* have made in all your posts so far! Hmpf. (Muahahaha…)