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For those of you who don’t know me, I should give full disclosure at this point. I am a sceptic about so called “global warming”. While I consider myself to be environmentally aware, indeed I consider myself to be an environmentalist, I am concerned about the real issues we face such as over pollution of rivers, over population leading to food and commodity shortages and the over fishing of the seas.
I do not, however, just accept the concept of “global warming”, or “climate change” as it is now referred to (the fact that the planet is not actually warming up forced this change of focus), simply because I am told over and over that scientists “predict” a rise in sea levels.
Similarly, as a trained chemical engineer, it saddens me when I hear supposed scientists refer to carbon dioxide as a “pollutant”. Carbon dioxide is, after water, the most fundamental compound to life on this planet. It is far less of a concern (or at least it should be) than millions of other, non-naturally occurring chemicals we poor into the sea and sky on a daily basis.
Finally, the casual assumption that an increase in output of CO2, regardless of how genuinely insignificant this is to the atmosphere, leads to a rise in temperature, despite the evidence that the latter in fact leads to the former, is shoddy science that has been conveniently manipulated by groups from governments to anarchists to tally with their own agendas.
And so it was that today, as we approached “Earth Hour”, I shook my head in wonder at how happy people across the world are to go along with an unproven concept, as long as it’s popular. I guess that’s how religions get started.
I went to the Coldplay gig in Abu Dhabi, which I was told had had its carbon footprint “offset” by buying a wind farm. The gentleman responsible for the offsetting, interviewed by local radio earlier in the day, made it sound like a very exact process. I wondered how much money his business was making from people’s need to feel good about themselves. Or from businesses keen to appease the angry eco-hordes.
As I entered the arena, I was presented with a green plastic band, the type which are so in vogue with charities (despite the use of oil products to make them) which proclaimed “Hero”. Apparently, I was required to do nothing more than spend 500 dirham on a ticket to be considered a “Hero”.
“What’s this for?” I enquired of the eager girl who was trying to force the gaudy loop on my person.
“It’s for Earth Hour!” She enthused.
“Who is behind ‘Earth Hour’ and why is it important?”
“Err, I dunno. It’s about carbon and stuff!”
I wandered off, leaving her with the pea green bangle.
Earth hour in Abu Dhabi was marked by a supernova of lights and lasers as Coldplay did an outstanding job of entertaining a crowd facing biblical rains and lightning from God’s own top draw.
In Dubai meanwhile, people got into the spirit of things (or acted like sheep, depending on your view point) by turning off lights across the city. The Burj Al Arab halted it’s nightly illuminations which blend colours across it’s surface like a giant fiber optic Christmas tree and diners in restaurants were greeted by rooms filled with candles, despite candles actually being ten times worse for the atmosphere (if you believe the CO2 myth) than just leaving the lights on.
And most magically of all, in a move that could only happen in Dubai, a lot of people decided to show their support by turning off the lights…. on their cars.
Genius.
I come from a family of baldies. It’s mainly a problem for the men, so to have made it into my thirties with a fully covered pate is a blessing. Both of my grandads were bald, and on my father’s side, his brother and both of my cousins were finished with the barber by twenty.
To be fair, my dad has hung onto his locks for a decent period. He’s in his sixties now and sports something of a comb-over, but he had a decent trot.
My hair, by contrast, has always been somewhat abundant. I used to grow it long when I was in my teens and early twenties, and by long I mean shoulder length. I have some terrible shots of myself back then with 12 inches of hair hanging limp and greasy from the very top of my skull and the back and sides shaved close. Not my best look.
More recently I have persisted with the simple to maintain “short back and sides” with a deliberately scruffy, textured look, or variations on this theme (like the longer-in-the-middle “Hoxton fin”. My hair loved to be cut and sometimes I would get a trim every fourth week, indulging in the routine of scalp massages and fruity scented products.
But last summer I noticed something scary. This photo;

This was back in June and I was very concerned about the sudden retreat of my hairline. And that was that. I was immediately a balding man, worried about becoming completely slap.
From staring at my hair line in endless mirrors (the lift in my building is the worst culprit), I have noticed that there are a few lone stragglers, clinging desperately to my scalp some way below the masses, refusing to give up their place on the beach. Should I pluck these out to hide the truth, or should I nurture them in the hope that others will join in?
What does this have to do with Dubai? Well, I mentioned my consternation to my boss a little while back and he told me that the water in Dubai sends you bald. My immediate response was, “bollocks”, as he is a known wind-up merchant. He was trying to convince me that the pH balance of the water in Dubai, or some other condition brought about from desalination, led to the destruction of mens hairlines accross the United Arab Emirates. I was half ready to believe him when he said the fatal, “I got an email about it.”
So having ignored him, imagine my shock at the barber the other day stating that the water in Dubai, “might be why you’re receding, Sir. It is very bad for hair!” Is there any truth in this? Should I start using Evian in the shower?
I’m growing my hair out at the moment, by the way.

I’ve now been in my desert home, Dubai, for over two years and as I was trying to remember my adventures so far, I wished I had written more of them down. Therefore, I decided it was time to have a diary.
Now, I’m not one for making entries daily; I’m actually quite a busy chap. I’m also prone to take liberties with grammar and spelling, although always with the best intentions. But if you’re happy to read sentences that start with “But”, perhaps you’ll enjoy checking in from time to time.
You’re most welcome.