I apologise if this sounds arrogant…

Er. Nope. I withdraw that apology because… You have to actually Live All or at least Part of it!

Emirate Prince (not Dubai but related.)

His little “annexe.”

Jasmine tea with half a ton of sugar. (Yuk to the sugar.)

It’s Shukran, not Thank You.

Little room bigger than my entire house. Counted over 50 gilded chairs. Solid gold tissue holders.

Crazy drive in a custom made BMW with “royalty.” ‘How does this lift work?’ ‘What kind of food would you like to eat? Oh. Italian.’

No one told me that a peasant like me should NEVER sit at the head of the table. Bless him. He let me.

P.S. I didn’t nick a single ashtray  :o)