The run up to Christmas was going to be crazy in any hotel but as we have no GM, except for Vincent who has pretty much been given the role by the staff, they always come to him with problems from any area as he can sort them out and actually listens to them. Rather cleverly Darielle decided she and her Mum would be GMs, but they are both going to be in Bombay over Christmas so that's no help.We decided that as a selling point for something different we would ask Mark our friend from Leicester to come and cook an English style xmas dinner. We planned it together and he was really professional working out quantities for numbers of people and timings for preparation, so totally opposite to the Indian chefs whose kitchen he was about to invade. He checked everything and came over to the resort just to get a feel of the kitchen, we hoped they would have at least leaned for him but sadly the place was a state as usual. All was set then Mark asked the final question, 'can i just see the oven?' 'oven?' they said, 'yes if you want me to roast chickens I'll just need to see how many can fit'....turns out we have no oven! Luckily Mark is an expert cook so when Christmas day arrived he just boiled the chicken and pork then fried up the outside to make it crispy. By al accounts it was lovely, personally i only had cold roast potatoes at about 11pm as I was being Tom Cruise and working the cocktail bar.All in all Christmas was OK. It was no great success, we didn't have loads of people and the Rajasthani dancers were awful in my opinion (woman dances by pool to badly miked up trad band, woman dances with pot on her head, man singing sounds like he's a strangled cat, woman puts kerosene in pot and lights it then dances a bit more to the ever increasingly loud screeches of the man 'singing', woman succeeds in not setting herself alight yay, man stops singing phew <unplug ears> then they asked Vincent to pay their wages!!!)