i was catering manager for the company building the saudi arabian national guard headquarters 50 kilometers out in the desert. i had to look after 200 american staff. the wages were three times what i was making in abbey moore in scotland. i would be up early, usually by about 5:30, making sure everything was shipshape and in order for their breakfasts. i don't like anything sloppy. you would check the supplies for the day. head into riyadh. in between, i'd go and visit friends who were also working for the company in other compounds. you were told quite categorically that it was a dry country. i found that it wasn't really that difficult to get hold of alcohol. one of the very first parties i went to was on a compound. like most in the village it was surrounded by its own walls with a very large steel double gate. so you were completely self contained in there. people in bikinis sunning themselves by the pool. you would just forget that you were in saudi arabia. >> gordon, how are you, man? wine? >> i thought, whoa, where's this come from. i'd love a drink, thank you. >> enjoy it. >> apart