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A close shave
Today I must have reached peak beard, that point at which your phizzog is just too hairy for you to cope with any more. I got my clippers off the shelf, adjusted the guard to 1 ¼ inches, and shaved a fist-sized lump of wiry black hair off my face and into the sink.
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Laser Tag
Tonight after work the office went out for laser tag, which involves running around like idiots in a darkened space for half an hour, shooting one another with electronic guns that made whooshing noises.
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Late home, late to bed
I worked idiotically late tonight, only getting home about 8:30. Things were not good at home; La Serpiente was lying on her bed, shouting at her mother that she was lonely, and Destroyer wasn’t settling down to sleep either. Filled with guilt, I went into La Serpiente’s room and shut the door. She rolled over […]
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Brown Letter Day
Today was a momentous occasion, because it marked the first day that La Serpiente managed to use her miniature toilet to achieve something solid.
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Santasaurus
When I took La Serpiente to the library on Saturday, she picked out various unsuitable books (notably Where’s Walrus?, a book entirely lacking in any words whatsoever, and which she demands I ‘read’ every night) and also Santasaurus, a book that is inappropriate not only because it is set at Christmastime, when we’re in the […]
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Singapore Air Show
Today was the last day of the 2016 Singapore Air Show, and a friend fancied going, and I had nothing better to do, so I tagged along. We hailed a taxi outside my apartment block, and despite his protestations that there would be big traffic jams at the Expo Centre, we refused to change our […]
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The Kneadmaster
My wife and I celebrate two anniversaries every year – or at least have two different significant dates to overlook. There’s our wedding on the 30th of July, and there’s also the 1st of March, the day we started dating. I’ve been horribly disorganised this year, whereas my wife was organised enough to have bought […]
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Everything stinks
I kept noticing (and then forgetting) that the lobby of the Roppongi b hotel had a harsh, bilious smell to it, as though either somebody had just been sick, or they had trouble with the drains, or the kitchen staff were just dreadful. I put that behind me today as I took a taxi to […]
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Another night in Roppongi
It’s a year and a week since my first visit to the fake casino in Tokyo, so tonight, rather than stay in my somewhat miserable hotel room all evening and wonder what I’d done with my life, I went out to see my friend at Backdoor, the worryingly named poker joint, and try to win […]
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The power of suction
While I was buying varnish for my stool on the weekend, I also bought two plastic bags. I’m sure, reader, that you are reaching for the smelling salts, so overcome by the excitement of this tale that it’s a struggle not to faint on the spot. But still, your overbeating heart – things are going […]