I’ve been failing to exercise this week, which may be because of that 12 kilometre run last Sunday, the ruination of my knees and mind for a few days. I’ve been dragging myself out of[…]
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Month: October 2013
Christie Malry’s Own Double Entry
This is a film that sounds like it’s a terrible, accountancy-themed 1980s porno, when in fact it’s a BAFTA-nominated piece of art. Which in turn means it’s full of full frontal nudity, auto-erotic asphyxiation and[…]
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Firing Cheeseballs At A Dog
I came to the worrying realization last week that I couldn’t remember laughing at anything in the previous couple of months. My life was devoid of hilarity, like Tyke Tiler, the boy who sold his[…]
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No more booze
Half a bottle of red wine last night wasn’t so great an idea, it turns out. While I made my way through today without mishap, I didn’t ever clamber out of a slough of not-quite-right-ness.[…]
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A long day
I’ve had a very long day. I’m not complaining; it’s been a great opportunity to fit lots in, but it has also meant I woke on the sofa with drool in my beard at 10pm[…]
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Que?
I had the last lesson in my Spanish course today, a revision of the previous nine lessons. This commenced with a game of dominoes, before going on to a test of vocabulary where I realized[…]
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Running slowly
After work today I went for a run around the Marina Bay with one of my colleagues. Usually what happens is that he sprints off far too quickly and then falls apart, and my slow[…]
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Traveling with babies
The really painful part about traveling with babies isn’t the noises they make on the plane, or the huge amount of paraphernalia you feel you have to drag around with you, a mound of diapers,[…]
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Flying with baby
We flew back to Singapore today. Felicity was a little bit harder to travel with this time because she didn’t want to sleep, and was fussy for quite a lot of the flight. That meant[…]
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Parting is sweet sorrow
We started packing at 9:30 in the evening and finished around midnight. When we flew into Heathrow from Singapore, we had two bags that were about half full. Returning, we have three bags, each packed[…]
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