Every year we see the smiling little dear trotted out to decorate the roundabouts and meeting places of Dubai and every year I feel the need to mark my first sighting with a little celebration of the infinite-eyed tide of grinning evil. It's become something of a ritual, to the point where the gnarled, bitter old man that is Dubai Radio DJ Catboy (@Catboy_Dubai) accused me of doing the manic yellow spring's PR!
As the piece of string said to the barman, I'm a frayed knot. I will always be on the other side of the divide where the squeaky voiced scion of scintillating summer surprises is concerned. Eyeing him askance, distrustful of those open arms and that Bolivian neck-tie smile, I'll carry on crossing to the other side of the road in case by some strange quirk, the anthropomorphism goes too far and he comes to life, joined by his fellow Modheshes in a spine-chilling tide of Zombie Modheshes, tearing flesh and consuming all in their path.
It is officially summer, folks...
It struck me this morning that the Modheshes that sparked my alarm are cunningly located around the approaches to the Arabian Travel Market show, so these might just be pre-summer promotional Modheshes.