Result!

Every damned time this happens. I get on a plane, and I have a bank of three seats, with no-one Sat with me. So I sit there, basically imagining how great it is gonna feel stretched out sleeping on these seats. Then the last person to get on the plane, usually just as the doors are closing, comes and sits next to me.

Addendum. When I got up just after this guy arrived, got himself comfortable, and then decided that he wanted the toilet, I noticed that the plane is nearly empty, so as soon as the seatbelt sign went out, I rushed back and found a spare bank of three.

Goodnight folks

Odd really

Never really been sure why they give you ice-cream for breakfast on these flights to Singapore. Its not one of my usual prandial practices.

Sorry

I know that I haven't posted for ages, and apologise in advance for it being a totally naff one. In the UK there has just been Two and a Half Men weekend showing every single episode from all five series. Unfortunately, due to a bout of food poisoning coupled with a slight hangover meant that I missed the majority of it. So I am sat on the plane, and there's an episode on the playlist. It's a shame really, because everybody is trying to sleep and I am pissing myself laughing and the bloke opposite is looking decidedly unimpressed.

Been a while

Sorry I haven't posted for ages, but been pretty busy. Been to Singapore twice, once just to get to the airport though. I took the Singapore Metro this time, as it is supposed to be cheap, fast, and extremely efficient. Took me an hour and a bloody half to cross the city. Bollocks to that.
Got stuck in Abu Dhabi for twelve and a half hours due to fog. Never want to end up there again. Back in Uk, I have only just got over the stress of Abu Dhabi. Will retrospectively post the other stuff I have been up to when I have the time and enthusiasm.

Yet another party

Just a quick one as I am fucking knackered. Had a party today for 100 pax, been at the pool for thirteen hours and have another party tomorrow, so will just post these piccies of my bargirls and the bloody great speaker stacks that the band were using. It was like being at Glasto Festy this afternoon.

Ulcer groundworks

One of my girls went to give me a quick shoulder rub this morning, and I was in fucking agony. When I went back to get changed for the party, I took a quick look at my back in the mirror and I have either fallen off the back of a motorbike, or I have been the victim of assault and massage. Am just about to take a well deserved bath, and get some sleep and hope that the searing pain diminishes.

Damned good fun

Had to give the secretary a lift home this evening, and couldn't find any of the cars, so borrowed a Mitsubishi Lancer from a friend to take her. First decent car I've driven over here. Got a rather juicy 110km/h out of her, which is a pretty incredible achievement over here. I was weaving in and out of the lorries and shit and absolutely loving it. So nice to finally be in a car that actually accelerates when you want it to.
That was certainly a lot better than the start of my day. Hungover as hell, I had to take the bar supervisor and Trevor's wife out clothes shopping. Two and a half hours trying to find a plain T-shirt. Indonesian T-shirts are just ridiculous. The slogans are completely nonsensical. I have attached a piccie, but not sure if you can read it. Things like 'Have most pleasure had pain' and shit like that. Makes no sense whatsoever. Am gonna design my own range of T-shirts aimed at expats with slogans like 'Toe Talk Hunt' and 'Lie K Null?'. Might even export to Uk.
Anyway, gonna go and have a bath.

Scary

It is beginning to worry me that I cannot seem to touch anything electrical in this damned place. The list of things I have taken a shock off is pretty strange. I cannot touch the whole of the storage fridge. The chest freezers are covered in plastic, but the padlock clasps aren't, so I get a shock from that. Cannot touch the microwave, the back of my computer, or the metal casing of the stereo. The weirdest one is the breadmaker, as not only do I get shocked from the bread tin, if I touch the damned dough to check how firm it is, that fucking shocks me too. Is it a sign of getting old.

oh dear

Well, I’m so hungover I could die. Went out for a quick pint last night, staggered in at some god unknown hour having lost my mobile in the pub somewhere with a girl whose name I cannot remember. Oddly enough, my phone turned up this morning, as one of the guys I was drinking with brought it back with him. I didn’t have my camera with me, so no piccies. Sorry. Gonna go and drink some hydrating stuff and try and get back to normal. May have to switch off and reboot for a day or so.

apartment

Although it is still some time away from completion, my apartment is looking better than it did.