August, 2015 -

Month: August 2015

  • Down and out in Tokyo

    I didn’t sleep much on the plane. That wasn’t the plane’s fault; it was a silky smooth take off, so smooth I didn’t realise we were airborne. Definitely Boeing did something right when they built the 787. However, I was crammed in next to a small child, one equipped with a horror movie voice. “I […]

  • Regrets, I’ve had a few

    Clearly it wasn’t a very good idea to go out drinking last night, although curiously off a five-gin hangover I performed better than on Saturday morning, when I hadn’t been drinking at all. At one point, unable to sleep I’d got up and, enraged by the amount of junk I’ve accumulated, tidied up the top […]

  • The fault is in our Star Alliance

    I’m flying from Terminal 2 at Singapore, which is a confounding experience. The check-in area is enormous, with high, high ceilings and a real feeling of space. Then you go through the passport check into the usual maze of overpriced duty free. And then, because I’m on an ANA flight to Tokyo, I walk a […]

  • Palace of delights

    All day I was good for nothing, exhausted and dehydrated. Clearly the best way to get back to normal was to go out drinking in the evening. Well, I promised my wife I would only have two beers, and I was going to watch the Chelsea-Crystal Palace match, when I don’t even like football, so […]

  • A bit broken

    Clearly we’re not over our jet lag. I was so boss wyed I couldn’t read La Serpiente’s bedtime stories to her tonight (but luckily she fell asleep anyway) and after I read to her I passed out on the sofa. At 8:30 in the evening. So we hope tonight is better than last night’s nightmare. […]

  • No more coffee

    Today I decided that I’d give up drinking coffee. This is probably going to turn out to be a bad decision, but for the last two days I’ve had a latte at my second- or third- favourite café in Singapore, and I’ve been disgusted by the taste. Same coffee, same barista, nothing seems to have […]

  • No no no

    I don’t know what’s come over La Serpiente Aquatica Negra, but all of a sudden she’s decided to dispense with my services.

  • Jet lag with child

    As I expected, children and jet lag don’t go very well together.

  • The Annihilation Score

    I read the latest Charles Stross Laundry Files novel, The Annihilation Score, mostly on the plane back to Singapore. Unlike our flight out a couple of weeks ago, there were lots of empty seats, and La Serpiente slept on her own seat (mostly) rather than occupying my lap.

  • Waiting for takeoff

    I get the feeling that the captain on our plane is a practical joker. We were held up because somebody decided to not bother boarding the plane, which meant that the baggage handlers had to hunt through the hold for the errant luggage, and then because of congestion over Turkey, we wouldn’t be permitted to […]