The efficiency of London lasted until I got to the office. My taxi deposited me outside my hotel at 7 in the morning, and after I’d dropped off my luggage it was a five minute[…]
For a change, the flight from Singapore was uncomfortably hot, rather than uncomfortably cold, for the first three hours. Then it switched back to freezing cold for the remainder of the flight. Blessed are we[…]
Late tonight I’ve got a flight from Singapore to London, and because everyone knows it’s not good to mix alcohol with air travel, I started drinking about 3pm.
Iron Man 3 has basically the same plot as the first two Iron Man films; Tony Stark, the lone good industrialist, vs evil businessmen. Unlike the first Iron Man film, it doesn’t have the baggage[…]
The Long Bar at the Raffles Hotel smells of two poisonous things; disappointment, and rotting peanuts. Whereas yesterday we ate cucumber sandwiches in the rarefied air of the Tiffin Room, today we went to drink[…]
Afternoon tea at the Raffles Hotel is something of an institution, and now I’ve been institutionalised.
I awoke at five this morning, my left arm completely numb from where I’d lain on it all night. I was filled with utter terror at the thought I might never recover feeling in the[…]