Hey, you've spilled my soup...

Tonight I popped back to the main tourist area with my camera. One of the principal ways of attracting customers into a restaurant is to either put on a 3 man 'boy band' dancing troop, or, as in this case, a neon lit spinning waiter. Luckily there was a conveniently placed fence that gave me support for a slothful shutter speed.

More things need to know about this part of the world:
Everything is fake
It's very difficult/impossible to discern the truth from a lie
Every Arab hustler can do a passable Cockney Geezer, or drunken Glaswegian accent
The middle aged Russian ladies seem to have adopted their fashion sense from Sylvia Sim and Barbara Windsor during their 'Carry On' years.