The Trip

I went out last night to a bar called "Harry's" down by the financial district and it was very nice. So nice in fact that I don't recall getting back. I did meet up with an acquaintance there which was good but then my memory gets patchy. I remember sitting next to a couple of British ex-pats who were being chatted up by a rather glamorous looking lady. They kept mentioning their wives, which was depressing. But I cheered myself up imagining what they'd say if they found out that she was a man. Not a bad looking bloke if she was, I'd say. I awoke this morning to find that I had showered and trimmed by fingernails last night. I don't know how i did this. Normal people pick up mystery bruises and bumps when they've been out on the sauce. I get my haircut, do some DIY, and re-pack my bag. Reeling home last night across town was straightforward. Singapore is not a big place, about half the size of London, and the City Centre is compact. It's also inc...

I'm finally off again. After spending the past 9 months working in London and learning to ride a motorcycle with some success I am going to Australia via Singapore. I'm intending to carry on where I left off last time. But before all that I get the pleasure of check-in at Heathrow. This should be good. I've packed some good books so those should keep me occupied after I have gone around the Dixons at the terminal a couple of times. Then there's always the McFilth and the "bar". Why do airlines recommend that you walk around the cabin on long haul flights and then say you've got to keep your seat belts loosely fastened? Why do they advise against drinking alcohol on flights and then offer you loads of free booze when you take off? I'll ask my Dad; he'll know. I will, of course, be updating this journal as I go. With any luck I'll get into some crazy adventures or meet people of an interesting and ancient culture. Or maybe I'll just ...