Rumblings of a marketing man on tour…

Today is the day after Singapore’s birthday.

I don’t know if the country woke up to as big a hangover as I did, but a vigorous workout with an Aussie rugby player helped somewhat, after a little wander round the marina (nice, but plastic). Thing that really impressed me, everything open and still working…

A huge lunch later, more wander. And I wandered down Haji lane. I’d heard big boss man Asia (you know, the one you only get to if you kill little boss men to get to big master boss), mention it to a couple of colleagues.

It’s on top of Arab street, but a world away… A few things I spotted there:

• an out and proud tranny (gay still illegal in Singapore remember, although largely ignored / tolerated)
• loads of artists working on the street
• boutiques with custom made clobber
• some really hot arty boho types; creatives in motion
• graffiti!

Grafitti in Singapore...

I quite like graffiti. Not the crap where people use their tags, or draw big cocks on. That’s what blackboards are for!?

Can be a real creative outlet, often for those that have nowhere else to create.

I think I’ll be spending me a bit more time in Haji lane…

I took a wander through Arab St (needs to explanation), through into Little India. Again, pretty self explanatory…

What struck me last time I was here, was just how much the neighbourhoods change in just a few streets. You go from huge tower blocks and malls, to low rise shops, houses and mosques, onto beautiful Hindu temples (one of which I accidentally went in the side door of when it was closed to the public. People were lovely, and it was only when I went out I realised, oops!).

This though.

It was made for me...

Jesus, did it make me moist. I had to stop and gawp for a bit.

I know it’s only an old MG, but fuck me. It was pristine.

I love cars, Jeremy Clarkson, Hamster and Captain Slow make TV just about worth watching…

Iain knows unless green cars (eco not colour) get sexier, he’ll stay with the Top Gear boys to the bitter end….

Oh, and Clarkson for PM!

My aunt is knocking on a bit. Arthritic. Huge house, hard to heat, wants to move, doesn’t help her arthritis. My Uncle, has a list of wants, with view being at the top.

Well, something tells me this isn’t what he was looking for, but when I pulled back the curtains this morning, I did gawp for a while…

My office block

Looking at this, you might be able to see whiy the locals call it the gotham city building.

There is a story behind the mental rich man that owns it, will tell it when i have more time. The champagne bar in the lobby still makes me gawp, I must NOT use it every lunch, or no work will be done in the afternoon…

So, that’s one portion of the view, the other is of Arab St. and a rather glorious looking mosque, which is where I am off to wander round next…