THIS was news to me, but Kuwait actually has a Manchester United verified supporters club in Kuwait!
Apparently they group all the united supporters togethers for events and the like.
Well, apparently there is such an event today:
See you there people!
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Just back from the chalet, always a great way to spend the weekend.
Family, friends, my dogs, the sea, the lush, soft sand.
Until I step on an empty plastic bottle.
Taking a step back doesnt make much of a difference, since my other foot was stuck in a half torn plastic sheet.
Looking left and right, all the way down the coastline across all the chalets, all I see is miles and miles of rubbish.
I aint talkin about that biodegradable shit either. This was 100% pure and utter no-goodness.
I guess we can find this sort of stuff anywhere around the world, however, one scary thing surprised me more than the rubbish itself. I noticed something while I went for a walk towards my uncles chalet.
Not a single chalet (excluding ours) had a rubbish bin placed by the beach.
If they did, they sure made it hard to find.
There were plenty of people this weekend, all enjoying their jet skis and water sports, and of course after all the fun was over, there was always some “other” person there cleaning the toys for em.
Fair enough, we’re all guilty of that from time to time.
But has our dependence on others – cheap labour – reached a point where we could not care less about the state of our environment?
Whats the role of our government on these issues? Employ more men in yellow to clean up after our mess?
Thats the point. Its OUR mess, and like many other things in our country, we take no responsibility for it.
Forget any hibbity hobbity nonsense on eco-systems and “going green” bladdy blah blah .. lets go real basic.
Where – on earth – are you willing to take your kids on a nice day out? Where did our families take us? Was it not to these very places whose importance we are currently discarding with ease? Must we have our barbecues at home instead of out in a field in order to avoid the sheer site of waste flying everywhere in the wind?
I feel terrible cleaning “my side of the beach” every time I go, not because its a burden on me cleaning other people’s rubbish, but for the fact that I know that what im doing is only providing a nice, clean place for my nephews and nieces to play in, and even though all these other people want the same, they seem to refuse to chip in to what can only be their own responsibility – cleaning up.
We teach our kids to “clean up” (well, we do anyway) yet we throw shit out the window when driving, or pollute the land left right and centre on a DAILY basis because we’re either too lazy to aim for the bin, or we’re too cool for it.
Its a sad sight.
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There’s been a new picture floating about the internet recently on Kuwaits new fines on traffic violations.
Seems kinda serious, hope they implement them.
Update 29/4/2013: Apparently this is a fake
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So I wake up last night, and get 3 lovely text messages from NBK saying:
Your credit card xxxx has been debited with 700.00 GBP from www.dstrkt.co.uk
on 27/04, 01:56. The available limit on your credit card is xxxx KWD
Your credit card xxxx has been debited with 600.00 GBP from www.dstrkt.co.uk
on 27/04, 02:05. The available limit on your credit card is xxxx KWD
Your credit card xxxx has been debited with 183.99 GBP from Next Directory on 27/04, 03:09. The available limit on your credit card is xxxx KWD
It was 6am when I woke up, and it took me a few minutes to realise I wasnt in London, and a couple more minutes to realise I was in bed. Of course, I called the bank, cancelled my credit card blah blah blah…
End of boring part
The way I saw it, someone just attempted to rob me of my hard earned monaih.
That my friends, was unacceptable.
So, as long as there were no guns involved, and not a lot of running around, I decided to devise a plan.
A plan to catch this fella once and for all.
1. The Club:
Since the text message I got clearly stated the website, the only logical decision that remained was to visit www.dstrkt.co.uk.
Turns out the dude reserved a VIP table for 6 people worth £700, under my name, and a Stage table worth £600.
Spoke to a russian girl called DeniOo lala ... who was extremely helpful, and informed me that this booking was for TONIGHT!
2. London Cops:
Called the London Metropolitan Cops.
They were extremely helpful, but mentioned that protocol was for our local (Kuwaiti) authority had to contact them to verify this was true before they would mobilise any units to the club.
However, since this shit was going down to tonight, they were going to inform the local police and give them a heads up.
3. Payment Gateway:
Well, these guys were useless tits.
I called worldpay.com and the only thing the guy forgot to tell me was to F**k off.
I hope he strangles himself on his keyboard.
4. Kuwait Police:
Ah, the local heroes. I got as much help out of them as you would’ve imagine. NONE.
Even though I had every piece of information required, and that the guy who fraudulently booked a VIP table (without inviting me) was showing up tonight, all they needed to do was pick up the phone and contact the London Metropolitan cops (who were waiting for them to say hi), they basically said “we do not have the authority to call London”.
I was informed to get a bank account statement, do a little dance, and then maybe someone would tell someone to call London.
Anyway, the bank issued my mastercard money back to me, and by the time I ran around all the different departments in Kuwait the guy in London would have probably enjoyed a few more months as a VIP.
Isnt that kind of messed up though, that even though two countries have protocol, one was so simple and the other one was so complicated?
I mean, that russian girl Deni was more helpful to me than the local cops! There’s got to be something wrong with that picture.
One thing to note though, is the amazing professionalism I witnessed when entering the police station. 5 cops, smoking, and one of them informing me that “Ive just finished my 8 hour shift, but im only doing this to help you” to which I duly replied “Ive just come off a 24 hour shift in the ICU and have skipped lunch, but thank you for your hard work”.
C’est la vie I guess eh?
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