To be precise it’s 7.36am on Friday morning.

Morning!

I can’t believe the weekend has landed already.  As the age-old adage goes, ‘The older you get, the faster time seems to go.’ And  ‘Time flies when you’re having fun.’ And ‘Once a dog sucks eggs, he will always suck eggs.’

Therefore, I’m expecting this weekend to shoot past me like a bullet from Rihanna’s gun. Today is going to a real Dubai day beginning with brunch at The Westin and ending in a car park at Festival Centre singing along to beardy gruff voiced singer Chad Kroger.  It should be an interesting crowd.  At the very front there’ll be the young funsters who believe that Nickleback are one of the greatest bands to grace the earth, somewhere in the middle dancing in a, yeah… I’m having the best time ever, fashion will be the gig starved 30 somethings (like me) who pay to see anyone that makes the effort to fly in and then sitting on their blankets with snacks from home (not such a bad idea bearing in mind the prices at these things) will be the ‘new’ 30 somethings who are now in their mid to late 40’s.  Very easy to spot – they’ll be wearing their one generic ‘rock’ outfit that’s been gathering dust in the wardrobe since the last Desert Rock Festival in March 09.  I’ll have photographic evidence tomorrow to back these claims up.

Tomorrow I’ll be brought back down to earth with an Ikea sized bump.  I don’t know why they shout about the fact that it’s the biggest in the world.  I might time how long it takes from start to finish – no shortcuts.  Hey, that’s a good idea for a race!

Do have a fantastic weekend whatever you’re up to and if you see me belting out ‘Gotta Be Somebody’ later on come and say hello