Whine

And here we are in Doha, with me once again back working and rather wondering how long it will be to get an alcohol licence, so I can get into the pleasures of wine at home rather than having to visit expensive hotels for the occasional spot of refreshment.

After all there are those who can take delight in group access to wine baths and yet there are those pitiable creatures such as myself who have very little chance of such good cheer and free flow that is conducive to happiness.
And when I think of my pal Jon back in UK enjoying a jar with the looser sort of lady (?), I feel positively miserable. This is not actually of Jon, having rather more hair than he, but the smile is identical.
There are plenty of hotel bars in Doha, although I am informed that the difficulties of single women under thirty getting a visa means that the charming available ladies there-in then to be slightly shopworn mainland Chinese; but being a man who tends to enjoy a drink in company with decent food I tend to agree wholly with this charming young lady.