It seems that the local parasite class is going to stop moaning about Bush and his Saudis for long enough tomorrow to welcome Prince Sultan ibn Salman, apparently secretary-general of the Saudi “Supreme Commission for Tourism”, who is here to open some anti-democratic jamboree down at the Forum, to which local women’s groups presumably haven’t been invited.
The notion of going to Riyadh on holiday is intriguing enough – Meryl Yourish rolled it around and spat it out a while back – but even more fascinating is the process by which the Saudis hope to redefine the brand: from one associated with amputations and beatings to one that will get you that cappuccino in a moment, and sorry for the delay.
Sure, McKinsey would have done fine, but the Saudis wanted people with serious hands-on experience of transforming a repressive theocracy into, like, a fun place, so they turned to… (scroll down)
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In the communal hallway two Moroccans are hard at work extracting objects of value from a rucksack–they’ve got a mobile, cash,
- An early candidate for a Darwin Award
David Bar-David, the lemming messiah.
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The head of the Balearics tourism authority, Juan Carlos Alía, has just had to resign following the revelation – brought out
- Happy rain
Early one morning, just as the gays were yawning, I met R walking down a boulevard in some fairly heavy rain