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 saunter to where I’d be working. But at 7:05 a.m. there was no receptionist capable of issuing me a pass, so I had to sit in the lobby and wait for an hour, while people walked past me on their way to be industrious. This was hardly the energetic, pulse-pounding, adrenalin-filled beginning to the day that I had hoped for. Continue reading “Fatlegged and heavy headed”
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 that travel with zip-off trousers. When it’s too hot to wear both trousers and knee-length compression socks, you just remove the lower halves of your trousers. When it gets too cold, you just find you can’t locate the bottom parts of your trousers, and spend the rest of the journey quivering under a too-thin blanket. Continue reading “Returning to the old world”
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 of supplying an origin story. Unlike the second Iron Man film, it doesn’t have many more surprises available in the technology department. Continue reading “Iron Man 3”
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 Singapore Slings, in the company of a mass of tourists who were only at the Long Bar because they’d been told that was what they should do. Continue reading “Singapore Slinged”
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 limb. Late at night or early in the morning come deep and existential fears to haunt us. For me, it was the concern that I’d done a Dave Mustaine, falling asleep on myself in a way that had caused permanent nerve damage. I tried to flex my fingers: nothing doing. I lay there, and if I’d been less tired, I would have quaked in fear. Instead, I wobbled my wrist with my right arm, and gradually feeling was restored.
This was not a good way to wake up, and I spent the day groggy and gloomy, rather than overjoyed at my escape from paralysis. I admit, I should have taken a more positive view, but the tunnel vision that sleep deprivation confers can be hard to battle. Continue reading “How long till Chrismas?”