Forgive the radio silence. It's been washing machine time here, again. A spell of time where every day feels like going into battle and blogging just falls completely off the radar. Tomorrow I'm leaving on a jet plane to Toronto, then Montreal, then finally, New York. It's all work with a soupcon of fun at the end in New York with Manchester's Most Eligible Bachelor (TM). I have a feeling that this trip will have one of two results: I'll either return, full of vigour and lust for work and life in Dubai, or I'll decide that I've had enough. That's how tough things have been here in recent weeks. Watch this space.