I got a taxi to the airport with plenty of time to spare, assuming there’d be all kinds of extra hassle getting through security. I was wrong; from arriving curbside to dropping off my bags[…]
Month: January 2017
Marathon training – week 6 of 14 (too much too young)
I ended last week by slacking off and not doing my long Sunday run. That left me unexpectedly fresh on Monday, so when I went to the track I ran (in epically wet conditions) a[…]
Peter Gabriel and Us
This afternoon I played La Serpiente and Destroyer some Peter Gabriel. All his best tunes aren’t on Spotify but the videos are on YouTube, so they got to see the utter wierdness/dreadful early 90s CGI[…]
Sleeping through it
I had a fairly long run this morning, up and down the biggest hills I could find, and then as it was Chinese New Year today, there was nowhere open for coffee. We had all[…]
End of the year
It’s the last day of the Year of the Monkey today, and music is wafting from Chinatown towards our eyrie on the 40th floor. Today I walked through a shopping centre in the middle of[…]
The Sympathizer
Today I finished The Sympathizer, another of the books I discovered via the bookshop in Suvarbharmi Airport. It was really strong, even if the last chapters seemed to fade in strength – or perhaps that[…]
Not sleeping
I couldn’t sleep last night, an aggravating state of affairs where I lay wide awake at 3am, cursing my alertness and regularly getting up to settle La Serpiente, who has been beset with nightmares, falling[…]
Pete The Cat And His Four Groovy Buttons
This was a book I chose for La Serpiente at the library a couple of weeks ago. It stars Pete, a real hep cat with a coat with four groovy buttons. As the story goes[…]
Marathon training – week 5 of 14 (slacking off)
I’m back from running round the track in torrential, chilling rain, and looking back on last week, a week where I didn’t do all that I should have done. A week that culminated in defeat[…]
Pasir Ris Park
This morning we went to Pasir Ris Park. Pasir Ris is right at the end of the East West MRT line, so the name had a passing familiarity, although it’s never somewhere I’d been before.[…]