Thai Lie

This week I have mostly been breathing freely for a change, it seems Indonesia's smoke has drifted off to annoy their own people instead of their neighbours. Some of the fires have even gone out, no thanks to any effort from our nearby slash and burners, it has started raining at last. So there goes the opportunity to go on so called leave with so called respritory problems.
I say so called because that's what Singaporeans like to say, everything is so called. I was coming home in a cab the other day with a cabbie who was lost, seemingly he didn't drive round Orchard very often. Quite a remarkable statement from a cabbie who's job it is to drive around a land mass that is 42km long and 20km wide and Orchard is the shopping captial of this small isalnd. But lost he was and when I told him we needed to exit onto our road he told me to tell him what so called ramp to get onto. I told him it was actually a real exit ramp which is why we were now on it. He didn't get it but we eventually made it my so called home safe and sound so I guess I have no cause to complain.
But then we went to a so called Thai restaraunt called the Thai Village just near our house. We have often passed it and thought it looked like nice. Turns out it is the adjoining spa that is nice, the so called Thai Village restaraunt is in fact a tacky Chinese restaraunt specialising in Shark Fin. Depsite their best efforts to convince us otherwise it was unlikely we were going to get a Jungle Curry there and we were not happy about the proud advertising of shark fin as a delicacy. Slightly reminiscent of a Monty Python cheese shop skit, we told them it wasn't much of a Thai place and legged it to a Thai place that was a in fact a Thai place and turns out a very good one. Except for being in a shopping mall and the very dull person sitting nearby rabbiting on and on to his two lady friends about doing business.
We enjoyed the last of the festivals last week with a public holiday to celebrate Hari Raya on the Tuesday. We also came to a conclusion that there isn't much to inspire you to do much that is off the cuff and doesn't involve booze or food in Singapore. After a late breakfast we were wondering what to do next and eventually half heartedly agreed to go to a museum. We only managed a couple of hundred metres in the general direction of the so called museum when we came to a wine bar so stopped for a bottle of champers. The next thing we knew we were at the ATM getting more cash to go to Brewerkz for more drinks and lunch, and that was pretty much it for our day, exciting stuff.