Three Things

• I'm in Singapore.

• I'm not in prison.

• I've already been in a room full of ladyboys. (But that had to be pointed out to me.)

Oh oh, and it's BOILING. It's amazing that some people can go their whole lives without having to know the joys of thermal underwear. I was going to take a wee jaunt from Terminal 1 to Terminal 2 at the airport, instead of taking the free train, but I was drenched in my own fluids after about 45 seconds outside. Salty.

Thanks to everyone who came along to the departy, it was great to see you all. And the present(s) were very sweet. I shall treasure that $10 note forever, to remind me that at one point I had "mates".

A bonus three things:

• Iarla is the same as ever, although he has a different haircut and is slightly fatter.

• I am in his spare room, which is in between his room and his flatmate's room.

• They both have girlfriends, and I have no earplugs.

I am going to go along to touch rugby training tonight. I don't think they can play real rugby here. Tackling someone would be akin to trying to wrestle a greased-up pig. That is not racialistic.

Dangelously yours,

-T