Captain of the Nile

Friday morning means a trip to Shitty Stars for a coffee and a film. Today, we saw Clash of the Titans which was utterly shite. The 3D was a waste of time too, and much of the film was so dark, you could barely make out what was happening.

On the way there, the taxi driver had the Qur'an blaring so loudly, that fingers had to be placed in ears to escape a nasty brain hemorrhage (see video). On the way back, the meter was rigged to treble the fare. The same happened yesterday. White taxis are generally more popular with expats because they have a meter and therefore eradicate the tension caused by the meter-less black taxi scoundrels who will fleece you without a second thought. I do hope the last two white taxis have been an exception, though I fear not.

An excellent felucca ride with Captain Salah at the helm followed by a beer and a sheesha have chilled the mood nicely. Now it's time to get stuck into more of The Sopranos with a couple of cheeky Baileys.



---> Video - Qur'an, M'Lord?