Well, darlings, just like our dear Miss Ruth Gordon here, we're going to be taking a little hiatus, as Mr. Muscato and I running off on a mid-March mini-break, heading up the Gulf a tad to see what is and isn't true about this Year of Living Dangerously in former boomtown Dubai: are there really abandoned cars gathering dust at the airport? Is it true that you can drive uninterrupted across town at mid-day in 30 minutes? Is is possible that prices might actually come down a tad on the occasional shirt or jacket at Harvey Nicks?
We shall see, and tell, all. But in the process, things may be a little quiet. A thousand pardons, and watch this space.