Al Qudra, Saturday 30/9. 5pm

You, the white jimny with Arabic music blaring out. Me the 6'4" bearded ginger standing by a flaming red jimny with my pet goldfish amongst a sea of landcruisers. As you were bouncing the jimny off the rev limiter, our eyes met briefly, there was a twinkle in your eye, letting me know you see me seeing you. The twinkle in mine saying yes i see you, and youre a muppet. Then all of a sudden, you were gone, like ships passing in the night, except it was dusk, and ships don't go on sand, and I don't think they make farty noises bouncing off the rev limiter. Any way, I'm hungry, now where's my lunch?

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