The days of Ramadan tick by, quietly, and we watch the night sky. In a couple of nights, the full moon will mark the halfway point. The
No Locals sign on Chalky's door has fallen once or twice, is showing dog-ears, but will probably last the fortnight. It scarcely matters; it's there only to placate the outrageable and be ignored by the regulars. Ringlets, on her corner stool, manages a wan smile, but still pines for Mahmoud.
Back in two weeks, he'd said. On a brighter note, this full moon is also the Chinese mid-autumn festival of
zhong qiu jie. Fasting is not a requirement. It's another excuse to eat moon cakes and be very happy. Nothing wrong with that.
It started with a joke. Some of us, in our small community of poets, enjoy games, challenges, exercises. They help us flex the poetic muscle...
Washing Feet in the Sink is Prohibited. This notice, stuck on the wall in the gent's lavatory in the Doha Stufital's 2nd floor club ...
playing hangman in style It seems our player ran out of luck. Clearly not a Glaswegian. Who can help?
I guess Golden Fork has not emerged into the Q market yet? hehe
ReplyDeletestrangely enough, a Golden Fork has just opened opposite Qatar Stufital.
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