This evening I walked over to the Marina Bay Sands, an almost never ending journey, across town, down through half-empty subterranean shopping malls, back up onto street level, running across busy roads, and back underground[…]
For dinner this evening we went to Muchachos, a "Mission style" burrito bar in Keong Saik Road. That’s right, I’m an Englishman, living in Singapore, eating a facsimile of Mexican cuisine popularized in California, prepared[…]
My wife gave me two books for my birthday; Kraken, a paen to the wondrous cephalopod, and Cowboy Feng’s Bar And Grill. After finishing Kraken, we’ve been reading the latter to our daughter as her[…]
This week I read Tim Powers’ Declare, a book Charles Stross avoided reading lest it warp The Atrocity Archives when he wrote it. It’s my favourite book of 2014 so far (even though that’s less[…]
This afternoon we went shopping for a new carrier for Felicity. She’s already had two different carriers: a bright green and taupe Tomy, and a black Baby Bjorn. The Tomy had good back support, but[…]
For my birthday, my wife gave me two books: a sci-fi novel, and Kraken, by Wendy Williams. (Not Wendy O Williams, but rock singers don’t always produce great works of literature.) Kraken is a 200[…]
This evening we went to Limehouse, a Caribbean restaurant in Chinatown, which does seem a slightly quixotic choice. But after years of hanging out in Brixton and at the old Mr Jerk restaurant off Oxford[…]
I’ve just finished Drowned Hopes, the seventh of the Dortmunder series. After what had felt like diminishing quality in some of the later novels, this was a welcome return to form. The location shifts again,[…]
On the way back to London, I watched The Great Gatsby. I’m pretty sure Baz Luhrman didn’t intend for it to be viewed on a six inch wide LCD display no more than a foot[…]