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  • Frustration

    I got up slowly, lazily this morning and didn’t get out of the apartment until 7:30, but luckily as soon as I got on the street I found a taxi. Unluckily, he didn’t know where MacRitchie Reservoir was. “MacRitchie?” I repeated. He looked nonplussed. “Upper Thomson” I suggested, as that’s close enough. He nodded assent. […]

  • Early morning runs and the hypocrisy of taxi drivers

    Instead of going to bed on time, I stayed up late watching rubbish on the internet, which meant when the alarm went at 6:30 I snoozed it, and struggled to be out of the door before 7:30. Still, I got a taxi easily enough and got to MacRitchie Reservoir super quick, and super cheaply: usually […]

  • Feckless in Seattle

    After going to the office today for some meetings where I managed to contribute valid points (or was so out of my mind that I thought I was contributing valid points when I was actually quacking like a duck and making obscene gestures) I took the afternoon off, to go look for more luggage.

  • Winners!

    This evening I went to a quiz night at an Australian pub in Robinson Quay. Without volunteering, I’d been elected as the science specialist, which was a bit intimidating for me. Pub quiz science usually revolves around the kind of ephemera I don’t know, rather than anything sufficiently abtruse for me to add value. Luckily, […]

  • Aggravating taxi drivers

    Taxi drivers in Singapore occupy a broad spectrum, from surly and uncommunicative to warm and friendly, via talkative and enraged at the government, and voluble, blithely unconcerned by road conditions, and of course unreasonably enraged that not every customer brings the exact amount for their fare rather than needing change. However, whenever I catch a […]

  • Cookies (it’s a hard life)

    Although I was very happy to welcome my child into the world, I did feel a little hard done by. The reason for this was that last Sunday I bought my wife an oven, (not because I’m trying desperately to reinforce 1950s gender stereotypes, but because she kept asking for it) but with labour commencing […]

  • Recovery

    I got home after two this morning. My taxi driver had reacted with dumbfounded disbelief when I’d asked to be taken to Chinatown. “Chinatown” I repeated. He stared at me. “Chinatown” I tried again.

  • Taxiing to takeoff

    Late tonight I’ve got a flight from Singapore to London, and because everyone knows it’s not good to mix alcohol with air travel, I started drinking about 3pm.