A Really Bad Day

Time for another joke...

There was this guy at a bar, just looking at his drink. He stays like that for half of an hour.

Then, this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and just drinks it all down. The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says, "Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I just can't stand to see a man cry."

"No, it's not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my office. My boss, outrageous, fires me. When I leave the building, to go to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police said that they can do nothing. I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away."

"I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar. And just when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison.

Boom.

Boom.

That time of year...

Thanks to everyone who sent me birthday cards recently. It can be an odd experience having a birthday away from home, but this is the second year, so I am getting a but more used to it now! Here’s a picture of me in Shanghai last year for my birthday, sampling the German beer at Paulaner in Shanghai:

This year, my nearest and dearest took me to Brazil Churrascaria for a treat. Brazilian churrascaria restaurants are great, because they just keep coning round with meat, meat and more meat! The only downside is that you tend to eat far too much, and get full very soon. We managed to stumble home, but we’re still full, one week later. And we smell of meat. Another great surprise was Elena’s family getting a birthday cake for me last week. Candles and everything! I’ve got photos somewhere, so keep and eye out and I will upload it soon!

Next up is Christmas, and we shall be going to KL later this month with a friend from China, returning just before the big day itself. Christmas in Singapore is an odd occasion, because I always associate Christmas with the cold. It’s unusual as a Brit to hear Christmas songs whilst you are wearing shorts, but I guess that that’s life in the tropics! Thanks to all who have sent Christmas cards as well, we love receiving them.

PS: Pictures of Malacca to follow, never fear.