This evening has been occupied with much head-scratching and consternation. I was short a post for the day. Not wanting to disappoint any small corner of Blogsville that is following what is going on here, I turned to Google for ideas. This I may say was a bad move.

Whatever else you do when searching for blog post inspiration, don't go searching for "blog post inspiration", you'll regret it. Too much bad stuff about how you can use Twitter to improve your social networking profile, or trading posts with other bloggers (nice idea potentially, but it's not happening before midnight). So bad idea then. Despairing then that I was going to come up empty, I looked round me and spotted a free magazine about living and working in the UAE, not that I have any plans in that area, but it can't hurt to browse a little. A couple of pages in and an advert for deep sea fishing leapt out at me; I have no plans in this area either. It did though remind me of a couple of features I saw in the stuff they leave in hotel rooms whilst we were in Bahrain last weekend. The features in question were about this:

The WHY58

Now I've never been a fan of boats per se, but this one has me smitten to my core. I cannot hope to see one in the flesh, much less set foot on one and the notion that I could afford much more than a few ship nails on such a thing is the stuff comedy is made of - "One day Rodders, we'll be millionaires". This is pure fantasy stuff for a landlubber such as myself. AM and I once went on one of those mini-cruise things to Norway. As nice as Norway was for what little we saw of it, the cruise itself was a horrid experience. I can get seasick on a mill pond, and though I avoided that indignity, there's no getting away from the fact that we were sleeping below the water line on a RoRo ferry.

It's worth taking a good look round the WHY site, the levels of luxury the 58 offers quite beggar belief. Ignore the fact that from above it looks like a whopping great teak topped Dairylea cheese triangle, it just just sucks you in with one 'oooh!' after another. Tell me you couldn't just drop into cocktails on that sun-deck, or wake in a morning, throw back the curtains and just gaze over the waters. You know you could, we all could. Hell some of you I might even invite along - you may need to dress up a bit though, just to fit into the general theme of refined opulence.

The only problem I can think of at the moment though is where I'm going to park it. I'd be lying if I tried to convince anyone that this pied a l'eau is small. As much rain as we've had in Riyadh over the last day or two, I'm just not sure I'm going to find a berth. That assumes of course I could get it over the compound's hydraulic road blockers. Looks like I may just have to dream a little longer...