Cars and ladies

This was a National Geographic mag I was paging through down at the shopping centre hoping i'd see a pair of boobs. NO chance. This ladies midriff had been blackened out with a marker pen. I got the msg though NO boobs, NO belly buttons, NO low neck lines NO breathing only excessive speeding and left handed bottom wiping here. Maybe the best thing about this photo is George W pointing in the background.

Car dramas. I just can't win. The car on the right has the keys in the ignition, the shit box on the left is now my weekend car till we can get a replacement key on Saturday morning from the leasing company. Shit! It's got my freaking washing receipt and ipod locked up in it. In a park down on the corniche.

The worker ants below. Over the past month at the hotel i've watched approx 10 Indians hand shovel dirt from one end of this hole to the other (All for the hotel's pool area). It's kind of sad these poor bastards work 6 days aweek 10-14 hours a day and get paid jack for it. While here i am working maybe 1/64 as hard getting payed a fortune relative to these guys all because i've got white skin. It makes no sense. I kind of feel like it's my duty on arrival home from work to go down and pick up a shovel.

Dates you want'em we got'em. These people are date crazy. To be honest I don't really mind them. They are quite sugary. My first day at work I was offered, so I jumped at the oppertunity only to realise I was digging round in old mates sticky dates with my left hand. Ha, and i wonder sometimes why I get funny looks. Anyways the photo above is what remains of the kilo of dates my work mate gave me. Fair tasty.