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  • Give me a reason for feeling lonely

    Today, suffering a little from all the gin I drank last night, I packed two suitcases with a variety of stuff: Blood Bowl paraphernalia, climbing chalk, shoes of various purposes and styles, and an eclectic selection of underwear. Tonight I fly to Hong Kong, then on to Seattle, to start my new job on Wednesday.

  • Prince of Wails Check

    Today La Serpiente demanded pancakes again for breakfast, or rather, she wanted a vat of maple syrup to drink with a side of bread products. We were wise to this and gave her a peanut butter sandwich instead, which she only ate a quarter or, and then I took her and Destroyer to the shops […]

  • French pancakes and an early bedtime

    Today we took the girls to Entre-nous, a creperie over the road from the Raffles Hotel. (Or, at present, the Raffles Hotel Building Site.) Both children turned their noses up at the idea of crepes, and then eventually acquiesced and took a bite each, and eventually ate up all the crepe that was in front […]

  • Struggling for marginal gains

    I had, all things considered, a bad day today. At least some of this was self-inflicted; it’s not as if anyone twisted my arm and made me go drinking last night. (Well, maybe I was strong armed into tequila shots…) But I was also hungry, and having to do things I didn’t want to; I […]

  • Dogpatch Boulders

    I intended to get up at six this morning and go to Dogpatch for some bouldering. I didn’t. I woke up at 4am, realised I was never going to go back to sleep, and, after calling my wife and kids, went to Dogpatch for some bouldering.

  • Fencing and chairs

    This morning, still recovering from an evening of cheese and wine (and beer and gin and the world’s most interminable game of Settlers of Catan) I went round to our friends’ house to help dismantle the fence around their indoor pond. Explaining why their house had an indoor pond, or why the fence had to […]

  • The long Monday after the hard weekend

    Today was my first day without booze since Thursday. I felt dreadful. Bloated, nauseous, foul smells emanating from my body as I walked La Serpiente to school. (Well, I walked, she hooned off on her scooter and waited for me at various points on the footpath, I assume calculated to be the most derisory.) After […]

  • After effects

    I was fairly hungover today. It came in waves, repeatedly knocking me around, rather than a single monolith of misery. I took the kids to the café, fed them babycinnos, tried to avoid vomitting on them. I went to the climbing wall for an hour and belched foul clouds into my own face as I […]

  • The trouble with gin

    After a night of booze and playing Settlers of Catan, I was never going to be in good shape in the morning. But I’d arranged to pick up a bottle of gin from a friend at Parkrun: delicious, Margaret River gin, impossible to buy in Singapore but wonderful to drink. La Serpiente had awoken at […]

  • Waiting for the typhoon

    A T8 typhoon was declared this morning, but there was nothing but spotty rain until ten minutes before we needed to get a taxi to the station, at which point it began sheeting it down and apparently all the taxis dissolved. We jumped my suitcase down the hill to Queens Road, where my wife narrowly […]