Chapter 6
I had no idea what to do. It was a nightmare! Freezing cold, 6:30pm, you seldom turn up without any clothes on at this time of day, or any time of day at this country's rate. Luckily, I spotted a pair of obese, floppy knickers hanging from a washing line up hanging from 2 flats windows-but that was only 50m above your own head! I had to try, I'm not going to go running down the streets of Dubai like a screaming old hag naked. I caught sight of a pipe leading up, up, up to the top of the building, and figured that if I climbed up, up, up there, I could bring down my prise and not be seen... gulp, naked. So I took hold of the thick pipe and hoisted myself up. Up, up, up I went, until with one last ounce of strength, flung my arm up to the pair of dangly knickers. Come to think about it, I did feel like a nicker! Do you get it? Oh well, better get on. So I had the knickers, and I started to clamber down, down, down to the bottom. I threw the knickers on, and RAN...