is, as P.J. O"Rourke said, "Where'd its nose go?". Well, Mr Mubarak is is off. But when? September, when he has said he will not be a candidate for election? Or sooner? The people in Tahrir Square do not seem impressed. Now I have never been to Egypt, other than a short holiday in November 2005 when I was learning to dive (a skill in which I am still not truly competent but which I still love doing whenever I get the chance, and while my age and health permit me, go down 10 metres and see the pretty fishes); I was in Sharm el Sheikh of course, which I recall as being full of drunk Russians and smiling, helpful Egyptian staff. And one side of the road, where our hotel was, and which was being irrigated with the help of a desalination plant, was delightful but looked exactly like any resort complex anywhere in the world. The other side, which had no irrigation, looked like the pictures from the book of Bible stories I had when I was a child.
So, Mr Mubarak, you have said you will die on Egyptian soil. OK, now soon is that going to be?