Our guide and companion on our visit to Jordan in 1974, Mansour el Fayez was a jovial young man and he was excellent company. Mansour, sometimes with his wife, had been taken us around various places of interest. They said that we should go to a night club in Amman. He picked us up in his own car, a large new Mercedes. I did not get much chance to see it at the Hilton, we were in a hurry to get away. When we arrived at the night club, Mansour went off, I thought at the time, to get reservations. I walked around his car admiring it. When he came back I said, “Mansour, your car doesn’t have any number plates”. He said” You don’t need number plates if you are a member of the Royal Family”. I shouldn’t have asked.
When he came back I said, “Mansour, your car doesn’t have any number plates”. He said” You don’t need number plates if you are a member of the Royal Family”.
He had been in the night club to find that it had been booked for a wedding, but the host, realising that it was Mansour enquiring, invited us all in to join in the festivities. There was food galore and a dance floor. The was a strange group of musicians. There were playing a mixture of Western pop music of the day mixed with what, we were told, was Arab pop music of the day. We were able to dance to both. We had a wonderful evening.