Posted on July 22, 2019
Where to start?
At the end perhaps.
Maybe it’s a good place to start. Read More
Category: Irish man in the Middle East Tagged: Adventure, Andre Rieu, Ballet, Classical, Go west, Humour, In the navy, Maastricht, Music, Travel, Village People, Vrijthof Square, YMCA
Posted on August 13, 2015
Were you, like MB, a little bemused by all those Kenyans a few weeks back, claiming Barack as one of their own? Claiming him as a Kenyan an’ all.
The entire country of Kenya came out to greet their ‘son’ Barack on the occasion of his visit to a meeting of the African Union. Well let MB tell you something Mr & Mrs Kenyan. Barack is no son of Kenya. In Ireland, there is a well know song which includes the following (true) lines:
From the old Blarney stone to the green hills of Tara
There’s no-one as Irish as Barack O’Bama.
And please note, in case you missed it – it’s not ‘Obama’ – it’s ‘O’Bama‘
And if you need further proof Mr & Mrs lying Kenyans, read on……………………. Read More
Category: Irish man in the Middle East Tagged: africa, African Union, Ancestry, Barack, Culture, Election, Henry Healy, Humor, Humour, Kenya, Mitt Romney, Moneygall, Obama, Roots, Travel
Posted on July 18, 2015
The Swiss make the best watches in the world and have developed a country that is nigh on perfect. Everything works. With clockwork precision. But do they know their salt from their pepper? Seemingly not.
MB had occasion a few days back to travel to Geneva for a work-related meeting. He decided to extend his stay for a few days on account of the Eid public holiday in his Middle East abode. Morning Nr 1 arrived and MB headed to the hotel restaurant for his first Swiss breakfast.
All was as expected. Perfect food and perfect plates and all-round general perfectness. MB stacked up his plate with hot breakfast goodies, fresh breads, Swiss cheese and a lot more besides. He made his way to the perfectly set out tables with their perfect tableware and perfect coloured napkins in the perfectly decorated dining area.
Now MB never uses salt on his food. But he is a total pepper addict. So he selected the multi-holed pepper cellar and started to shake. Suddenly, and horrifyingly, thousands of grains of salt appeared from all 5 orifices of the pepper cellar, covering MB’s formerly perfect breakfast with a colouring of snowy white.
WTF and la grande merde, thought MB, as the sudden unexpected lack of perfectness hit MB like a punch from a heavyweight. “Au secour, au secour, merde, merde” shouted MB loudly (remembering some school French) in desperation – MB was in the French-speaking part of Switzerland after all, and was sure that the French speaking staff would immediately jump in with some salt hoovers designed by Rolex or one of the other famous local watch makers, on hearing MB’s ‘au secour’.
But nothing happened. The Swiss staff continued as if no international incident had just taken place at the corner table by the window. MB looked around to see if any staff members were from 2nd or 3rd world countries, and upon whom one could possibly place the entire blame for the salt cellar fiasco. None were evident. All staff members were from the sole member country of the 1st world – Switzerland.
Deciding to investigate further, MB then grabbed the single orrifice ‘salt cellar’. He shook it slowly and gently over his food, lest he add to the salt mountain already covering his scrambled eggs and schnitzel. But lo & behold, only the most welcome pepper appeared from the ‘salt cellar’ spout. Swiss wonders will never cease, thought MB sarcastically to himself, as he grabbed a nearby snow shovel to remove the offending salt from his plate. On finishing, some extra coffee was called for, to wash the slight salty residue from the mouth of MB. To teach the Swiss a lesson, MB decided to say nothing of what had happened, and to just allow the entire country to remain and wallow in salt/pepper/cellar ignorance. “And how was your breakfast Monsieur?” asked one of the Swiss staff as MB departed. “Perfect” replied MB.
In the days that followed MB saw much impressive Swiss know-how and Swiss technology at work. He visited the museum of Patek Philippe, the Nr 1 watch maker in the world & saw watches and clocks of incredible precision from olden days right up to current times. He was extremely impressed by a Swiss drinks vending machine he encountered. In 2nd and 3rd world countries all vending machines have a screw mechanism that turns to spit out the selected drink bottle. It drops with a bang onto a tray at the bottom and explodes on opening. The 1st world Swiss variety features a mechanical arm that appears from nowhere, grabs the selected drink and places it gently in a side compartment of the machine, which then opens automatically, allowing MB to remove the perfect undamaged bottle of drink through the perfectly sized opening.
MB traveled on Swiss trains. They arrive and depart as if set to some atomic clock. There is no shaking from side to side as trains do in other countries, as they glide silently along perfectly aligned tracks. MB used the free wifi in many public places and it always worked perfectly. No passwords required. Just click and away you go. Just for fun MB asked staff members on a few occasions if the internet speed was ok, upon entering a cafe or other such place. The Swiss staff looked quizzically at MB, wondering from which planet he had just arrived. Did he not know that he was in Switzerland and such questions do not need asking. “But they politely responded, after initial hesitancy, “mais oui Monsieur, c’est tres bon et magnifique”.
So all in all MB can confirm that Switzerland lives up to it’s reputation. It’s extremely neat and tidy. The scenery is stunning. The wealth is bulging from the doors of the overstuffed banks, pursuant to much confiscation of deposits from 2nd and 3rd world crooks, who have discovered to their cost the true purpose of Swiss banking laws.
But it is neither the high-tech, nor the neatness nor the perfection nor the wealth that MB will most remember. He will first and foremost think of the salt and the pepper – and laugh forevermore in secret at the Swiss. Hahaha…………….!
Category: Irish man in the Middle East Tagged: Allegedly, Banking, Geneva, Humor, Humour, Patek Philippe, Pepper, Rolex, Salt, Switzerland, Travel, Wealth
Posted on May 2, 2014
The ‘Cat’ business has taken a new and sinister twist. Read More
Category: Irish man in the Middle East Tagged: Amazon.com, Baily Boat Cat, Book, cat, Devastation, Humor, Humour, On the floor, Psychic, Publishing, wordpress
Posted on April 17, 2014
Greetings one & all
It’s upcoming holiday weekend throughout much of the world and thoughts of many will be turning to having a break & some relaxation from the normal daily grind. Read More
Category: Irish man in the Middle East Tagged: Amazon.com, books, cat, Happy Easter, hobby, Humor, Humour, J K Rowling, reading, Sel publishing, Show me the money
Posted on February 16, 2014
MB relaxed in a Dubai café yesterday afternoon and enjoyed the cool seasonal breeze. Read More
Category: Irish man in the Middle East Tagged: animal rights, animal welfare, cat, feline, Fish, Humor, Humour, hunger, life, life choice
Posted on November 22, 2013
Another Friday morning in Riyadh, the start of the weekend out these parts. Friday mornings are always quiet. Inside the hotel or outside. Few people visible as many have a lie-in. The Prayer channel from Mecca is on, as usual, on the hotel lobby TV and some Imam lad is singing verses from the Quran as pilgrims walk in circles around the holy kaba. Music generally is forbidden in Saudi, except when it relates to singing verses of the Quran or belting out the call to prayer five times per day. But suppose it’s more chanting than singing. The Imam is not backed by acoustic guitars and tambourines like you might see and hear in churches back home.
Category: Irish man in the Middle East Tagged: alien, Animals, Different, Eid Festival, farming, Humor, Humour, Riyadh, second wife
Posted on November 15, 2013
Weekend Greetings Crossers
MB heading to Dubai on visa run this weekend and looking forward to a break from the Saudi sands. The Dubai desert is good for the soul. This old Saudi desert can take a break.
Category: Irish man in the Middle East Tagged: Adventure, Arabs, bedouin, Blog, Humor, Humour, Saudi Arabia, Travel, Visas
Posted on October 1, 2013
Category: farming, Ireland, Irish man in the Middle East, Photography, This life, travel Tagged: Cattle, comic, farming, Grass, Humor, Humour, Ireland, joke, Photography, this life, Travel
Posted on September 17, 2013
Posted on September 13, 2013
MB mentioned in one of the recent Sri Lanka blogs that he would return to the missing 24 hours of his first day in SL, following the morning walk along the beach, chats with the local fishermen & breakfast. Photos below are random shots on the day from MB’s B&B, travelling in taxi to Colombo train station and others taken whilst waiting for various trains. Read on:
Category: Colombo, Irish man in the Middle East, Photography, Sri Lanka Tagged: Colombo, Colombo train station, fun, Humor, Humour, Photography, Sri Lanka
Posted on September 5, 2013
Morning boys & girls
Inshallah you are all hale & hearty, and thriving. MB is taking yet another visa trip back to UAE later today, as you gotta stay legal out these parts or they run you out of town real quick. Read More
Category: 3rd World, Bollywood, Colombo, humor, Humour, Irish man in the Middle East, Photography, Sri Lanka, tuktuk Tagged: Adventure. Tamil, Colombo, Humor, Humour, Photography, Sri Lanka, Tamil Festival, Travel
Posted on September 3, 2013
Posted on August 27, 2013
Posted on August 23, 2013
A week of toil under the hot sun of Saudi Arabia is behind MB and he has arrived in Dubai for the weekend. Al hamd’allah. Hope all well your end. Read More
Category: humor, Humour, Irish man in the Middle East, Liptons seat, Photography, Sri Lanka, tuktuk Tagged: colombo to hapatule train journey, hapatule, Humor, Humour, Liptons seat, liptons tea, plantation, Sri Lanka, tea, Travel
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