The ringtone in question was Shakira's Hips Don't Lie. No fightin' No fightin'.
I am reminded of a highlight from my first year at the Middle East Centre--in the midst of the interminable inaugural King Abdul Aziz ibn Saud lecture, delivered by some elderly German professor on the stimulating topic of "A Hundred Years of German-Saudi" relations or somesuch, the phone of one of the assorted Saudi digntaries in the front row of the lecture hall started ringing--with a tinny electronic version of the adhan.
e: was it salat time? or was every call for him a call to prayer [ahem].
it may actually have been, though if so, no one else was observing it. watching the various illustrious academics onstage struggle not to crack a smile was fun, though. ah nostalgia: that was also the term thomas friedman came to speak, and ended up swearing at me.