Eleven minutes to midnight

With fantastic service, decent pool tables, cheap beer and relatively close proximity to us, the Dream Resort (aka The Wet Dream Resort due to the three dancing bars in the building where ladies of various nationalities girate harmlessly to hideous Arabic music whilst the Omani gentlemen in the audience stare and gawp) has established itself as the firm favourite for a tame-ish night out.

In shot (pun intended) is Neil and out of shot are Oli and Colesy; three very decent gentlemen whose fanstastic banter made for a great night and who will be missed when I leave Oman in the summer.

Also out of shot are about fifty Omanis haraming it up big time with beer and fags.

Tut tut.