Hand Toilet

This week I have mostly been bathed in Christmas lights, as has most of the island. In fact if one is to believe the papers, and we are certainly encouraged to here, then over 6 km of Christmas lights are now twinkling away until January. This means 1/7 of the length of the island and a bit over a third of the width is lit up. Pretty impressive stuff as was the effort from Tangs department store who has managed to find that elusive biblical statement that says Christmas is in fact a commercial exercise and nothing to do with any religious beliefs. It came from Matthew apparently.
Just in note to anyone who has popped by this page on the back of a search for religious beliefs, you are going to be mightily disappointed, I don't have any. It is interesting to see what people type into search engines that makes them swing by. Three searches for the four floors, one for recreational drinking and one where someone googled "wine and flatulance" all of which sent them my way for some reason.
Apart from the lights going on this week, the other big news is that bottom love and kissing people on, in or around their special places is now legal in Singapore. Plenty of sighs of both pleasure and relief being breathed around the island on what was a fairly low key announcement. What was apparently a more news worthy story was that of some fast thumbed 16 year old kid setting a new world record for being the quickest SMSer on the planet. It made the font page of the broadsheets here, the nimble fingered chap shaved half a second off the old time and is confident he can take a further 2 seconds off the new time. I wonder if Singapore will be setting up an SMS training institute to develop this skill. I did also wonder (I seem to do a lot of wondering) if this it was possibly a related story to the and he was hurriedly sending messages to his mates to brag about his first legal experience in the bedroom.
Finally in another bottom related incident this week, the toilet bowl handwasher was back. He had two really good goes at it between flushes and at one point thought he may have been doing his washing in there so vigorous was the scrubbing. I was contemplating rushing out of my cubicle to see who it was, but part of me doesn't really want to know.