St Paul’s Cathedral At times I lie here under quilted half sleep I think of your cobbled madness tucked into alleyways of rogue tourists At times the lull of a metro worm here reminds me of sooted nostrils there Of...

The amygdala is the most used part of my brain when driving in Dubai. Yesterday I visited a friend who lives in a flat in a gridlock of buildings along Dubai’s overdeveloped seafront. It’s a 7.5 minute walk from my...

I believe each person is equal let’s not deceive ourselves by creating differences then say they existed before we were born I believe the colour of human skin differs but we all bleed red We all shit and piss the...

I exult in the fact I can see everywhere with a flexible eye; the very notion of home is foreign to me, as the state of foreignness is the closest thing I know to home. Pico Iyer Living in Dubai,...

They stood like sentinels in a cage in the kitchen. Various sized bottles holding marriages of sweet, briny, smooth, nutty, fruity, garlic, vegetable, prawn and any other flavour imaginable. Tall and sleek, squat with a dimpled round surface, boxy but...

Big butts are a thing these days. A decade ago Jennifer Lopez made that abundantly desirable and recently Nicki Minaj sang to the world that Sir Mix-a-lot was not lying, packing much back, like Kim Kardashian, is attractive. As someone...