Notes by Nectar

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2015 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 13,000 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 5 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

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Silent Sunday


Silent Sunday


2014 in review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 13,000 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 5 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

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Silent Sunday

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Silent Sunday

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Notes by Nectar is 2 years old today!

A huge thank you to my readers and followers for keeping me motivated to stick with it 😉

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Hello, WordPress

Due to the imminent demise of Posterous, I’ve decided to park Notes by Nectar here for a while – until I figure out what to do with all my old content.

So please bear with me while I figure out how to use WordPress. It looks straightforward but you never know!



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Yes, I know, I know. I’ve been lazy over the last few weeks.

I’ve been lazy about:

  • Going to the gym (I’ve only been during sessions with Randy)
  • Finding a venue for my ‘big’ birthday (right now I wish I hadn’t invited anyone so I could change my mind!)
  • Backing up my blog files so that when Posterous shuts down I’ll still have my content
  • Writing my blog (the last installment of London, the last two weeks in Dubai – so busy!)
  • Writing book reviews
  • Writing anything at all (anything)
  • Reading (I’m already behind on my 20-books-a-year goal)
  • Getting a pedicure (I have hobbit feet at the moment – well, almost)

 I haven’t been lazy about:

  • Going out every night last week
  • Drinking copious amounts of wine
  • The weekly and monthly tarot readings
  • Working

I will be back on track this week, I promise!



First of all, I need to say that Enrique in concert was fantastic. He has never been someone I thought of as particularly hot, but I have to say that the broad shoulders, toned arms and white V-neck t-shirt did it for me. 


The management company (M4 events, I believe) was a huge disappointment.

The concert had been advertised for weeks and a friend and I decided we would go. Ticket options were platinum, gold and silver. I suggested gold as middle ground – we got tickets at AED 550. 

Usual story – doors open at 7pm, concert starts at 9pm. My friend suggested we meet at 8.30 – I told her that might be too late as the queues tend to get really long (I knew this after my Il Divo experience) and suggested we meet at 8pm. 

My friend and I met at the Fairmont at 8pm and then walked over to the World Trade Centre where the concert was taking place. 

It was chaos. 

There were queues everywhere. Nobody seemed to know which queue was silver, which was gold or which was platinum. 


My friend and I stayed in one queue for a little while but realised it wasn’t moving. She then walked around trying to figure out whether we were in the right queue – as it turns out, we weren’t! There was no management in sight letting us know where we were supposed to be. Nobody knew what was going on.

I eventually found my friend in a separate ‘Gold’ queue which didn’t seem to move at all. By this time it was after 9pm. I went to Caffe Nero to get us some water (I queued there for almost 30 minutes and got the last two bottles of Evian) and went back to join the queue. It hadn’t moved.

To cut a long story short, we were in the queue until 9.45pm. It was like being in a herd of cattle. The queue didn’t seem to end, people were absolutely shameless about jumping the queue and nobody seemed to know what the f*** was going on.

We eventually got in and realised that all the silver and platinum ticket holders were where they should have been – so we have no idea what happened with the gold section.

And then we queued for another 30 minutes for drinks (f***ing ridiculous – and people still managed to jump the queue there too). 

We found a spot to stand in – and two guys started fighting with each other. To be honest, I’m surprised there weren’t more people fighting because at that moment I would have happily punched someone in the face. I don’t know what they were fighting about.

And then. Finally. At 10.45 the house lights went down. Enrique came on. He was in a black t-shirt. He started with ‘Tonight (I’m Loving’ You). Great song, I have to say.

The next song was ‘I Like How It Feels’ followed by ‘Dirty Dancer’ and ‘Rhythm Divine’.

Jesus, this man has amazing arms. How many tricep dips does he do??

‘Bailamos’ came after that followed by ‘Now That You’re Gone’.

At this point, Enrique scouted the audience and asked who would like to come on stage. He somehow chose a 20-year-old Kuwaiti guy called Abdullah. Would I have chosen him? No. So Abdullah came to Dubai from Kuwait on his own just to see Enrique in concert. He looked nervous. He sat on stage while Enrique sang ‘I Like It’.


Abdullah then declared his love for his Colombian girlfriend and Enrique sang ‘I’m Not In Love’ (because apparently once you declare you’re in love, it’s all over). Abdullah sang and danced, Enrique disappeared and Abdullah was summoned off stage.

Enrique reappeared in his trademark white t-shirt (wow) and sang ‘Tired of Being Sorry’. I have to admit I’d never heard this song before. He then sang ‘Escape’ which reminds me of someone I no longer speak to for some reason. I say ‘some reason’ because I don’t know what that reason is – and I also don’t know why I no longer speak to this person. I suppose that’s appropriate.

The song after this? I have no idea. I don’t know what it’s called – ‘sometimes I get a feeling’ seemed to be the main lyrics, but I’d never heard it before.

And then.

He sang ‘Hero’.

Enrique came out onto the runway into the middle of the audience, almost to the gold section.


Why did I include a photo of the guy in the white hat? He was shirtless and he was sweaty. It was gross. Keep your shirts on, boys. 

Enrique then picked out a woman in the crowd and sang to her. He hugged her. He kissed her on the lips (illegal in a public place – I must remember this). He hugged her again. 

The music picked up again – he sang ‘I Like It’ and then finished with ‘Tonight (I’m Lovin’ You)’. If there was an encore we didn’t hang around to hear it. If the queues getting in were so bad, the queues getting out would be even worse.

Total queuing time: 2:30.

Total performance time: 1:20.

Worth it? NO.

The lack of staff and complete disorganisation of the event resulted in hundreds of people being completely f***ing pissed off. 

Would I do it again? No. 

Unless it’s Prince or George Michael (maybe even Lionel Richie or Simply Red), I’d rather stay at home, thanks.


Life after Joy

You may remember our crazy housekeeper, Joy

We sent Joy back to the Philippines a few days before I left for London. My grandmother was still with us in Dubai and she had her helper with her so I don’t think we really noticed Joy’s absence all that much. 

It was when I got back from London that I really felt the difference. I never thought I’d say it but I missed the moody cow. Not her specifically, but all the things she did around the house. It’s amazing how spoilt one can get after just 5 months.

I had to unpack my own suitcases to start with. Anyone who knows me will know that I hate packing and unpacking so this was a harsh welcome back to reality. 

Cleaning: There are several cleaning agencies in Dubai so we call for a cleaner a few times a week to do the sweeping, mopping, bathrooms, and so on. These days I make my bed, I make my tea, I load the dishwasher, I change my sheets. These are all the things I wanted to get away from in London – now I feel if I’m doing it here, I may as well be doing it back there!

Cooking: We have a man who comes every afternoon to cook. He makes dinner for that evening and lunch for the following day. He cleans the kitchen and he leaves. He only cooks Indian food and I’ve realised that it doesn’t matter what he makes, it all tastes the same (and this is after 1 month of it). He also comes right in the middle of the afternoon so one of us has to be around while he’s here.

Laundry: Our clothes are still washed at home but most of our laundry is sent out for ironing while Mum does the rest.  

I’m not sure what the plan is. I think once we get back after the summer we’ll have to find a more permanent solution. At least I hope that’s what’s going to happen!

To read more about Joy, click here.


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Why I’m single…

Over the last few years I believed I was single because I was overweight. I had little confidence, never felt good enough, and never believed it if anyone showed any interest. 

On my recent trip to London friends asked: now that I’m ‘less fat’ (as was kindly pointed out to me), surely I must have met someone? Isn’t that a little offensive? It doesn’t say much for men in general. And why would I want to be with someone whose only concern is the way I look? What if I put on all that weight again??

That aside, I think I’m single because I don’t know how to play ‘the game’. I have been told this constantly over the years and was recently reminded of it. But:

  1. I loathe ‘games’
  2. ‘Games’ imply that there’s a winner and a loser – and the loser is usually me because I don’t follow ‘the rules’
  3. Aren’t there more important things to think about other than: Should I call him? If he doesn’t call me, then should I call him? Do I really have to wait three days to text him? How soon is too soon? Why hasn’t he called? If he calls on Saturday to meet that night and I’m free, should I go? Or am I being too ‘available’? 

How mentally exhausting is that?

It’s simple: if you don’t hear from me, I’m not playing hard to get. I’m just not interested. And the reverse applies: If I want to see you, I’ll suggest meeting up. Is there any harm in contacting someone (not incessantly, of course) and asking them if they want to meet? 

The only game I can compare dating to is tennis (because I know the rules and they make sense). I get to serve (call/text) twice – if you can’t return the serve at least once, then you’re not good enough to be on my court.

But I have to say being single has its benefits too. I can do what I want when I want without having to check with anyone. My time is my own – I spend it however I like. It’s easy.

I had an interesting conversation with a friend this week. He said I didn’t look my age (in fact, he thought I was in my early 30s, bless him). I told him it was probably because I had no responsibilities to stress about. His response (which made me laugh out loud) was this:

Haggard – nag, husband, kids, school run, brat, garbage, argument, sleep in separate rooms, argue, kids, brat, homework, schools, fees, mortgage, university application, daughter’s boyfriend, brat, work, nag

Fresh and young – mani, pedi, spa, massage, personal trainer, pool, Novikov, Bali, spa, lobster, Annabel’s

I know which I’d rather have. For now, anyway.

I’m not saying I want to be single forever. If and when the right person comes along, I’ll give it a shot. Do I really have anything to lose? 

Until then I’ll be hanging out with my friends, drinking mojitos, writing a novel, sunbathing at the pool, going to salsa night and wine club.

And practising my serve.



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