Stomach Stuff

This week I have mostly been thinking I need to post a blog, it has been 2 months now, mostly because Reidy has discovered Facebook and keeps getting poked. The lack of correspondence was something that Reevey felt so strongly about that he came all the way from Tokyo to tell me this. I was hoping he would also do something really stupid worth blogging about, but the best he could do was bring a bottle of cheap rice wine with him as a golf penalty drink. Rice wine is nasty and is not really designed to be drunk on a golf course in the tropics, the last thing you need to have when you are sweating profusely on the outside is to also be hot on the inside. That and really stinky reflux is what Rice Wine offers by the way of features and ironically it was Reevey that was brought to his knees in a retching heap; suffer in your bear suit I say.
Prior to that week we got the band back together with Kappers and Dappers and new member Layla heading out for a quiet Thai Dinner that quite quickly got a little out of hand. I am not sure whose idea it was to order jaeger bombs or whose it was to order tequila shots, but there was clearly no communication between orderers as both arrived together frequently. I am pretty sure if you were to look up a Cocktails for Dummies that combo would be called a "Recipe for Disaster" because that is what it is.
It was probably Dappers who suffered the most disasters, Reidy stole his credit cards, Kappers stole his cash and I threw his phone out of a cab. We were a little surprised to find the three missing bits that his phone was now in when we drove around the block and even more surprised that once reassembled everything was ticketyboo with just a little scratch on the case. We are not entirely sure what inspired me to throw his phone out of a moving cab, I am pretty sure he told me to do it, but I was hearing all sorts of voices at the time.
The lead up to the night of insanity had been pretty quiet. We had been getting used to our new neighbourhood that is infinitely more interesting than living in a shopping mall at Orchard, just not very convenient. But given we live on an island that takes 40 minutes to drive across convenience is pretty relative. Joo Chiat is a something of a local foodies hang out, we are reminded at least once a week by the cabbies that we live 500m away form the best pepper crab on the island. We also have a noodle shop right across the road that I have been frequenting pretty regularly in an effort to work my way down the menu; so far I have tried the Heineken and Tiger.
We had also managed to squeeze in a quick trip to Aus between this and the last blog entry. In fact the last one was written late on the night before we left in an effort to not to have to tell people what we had been doing. But it backfired as Giles, Brian and a lady at Brian's work expressed their concern at the slide in the quality of speeling and grammer. I will trie to do bettter this time arownd.
Always a pleasure to head home and this was no exception as the Phoebster's first Aussie tour added a new dimension to the excitement. It was a tad cold for the tropical baby and no fan of getting dressed at the best of time she was mighty pissed off at the amount of clothes we kept putting on her. At one point it was down to -3 C in Canberra, which is 36 less than she is used to and when people rocked up to a bbq later that day in shorts and t shirts, I couldn't help but think it was a bit weird that people were dressed for summer in what was the same temp we turn our aircon to at 18 C. I am forecasting a sweaty mess when the same group of people descend on Singapoo in May next year for the Punters club tour.
Coming back to Singapore after a trip back home is always interesting, you kind of forget how unusual this place can be some times. Like one day after we got back when I went to McDonalds for my morning coffee; it is a sad reflection on the quality of coffee in Tampines when a McAfe flat white is the best in town. On this particular day there were three birds lying outside the door obviously not feeling to well, and fortunately I noticed this only after I was already inside, so the manager makes one of the people go from behind the counter, pick up the birds and shove them in a pot plant. I seem to remember bird flu originating in Asia, but this is less of a concern than having customers step over dying Indian Miner birds on the way to getting a burger.
I should have really not ever set foot in there again, but after checking out the options and seeing the sign at this place advertising Special Pig Stomach Stuff I decided better the devil you know and wait a week to see if the Maccas became a quarantine zone and then went back to ordering my regular flat white. I did actually eat in the Stomach Stuff place with some work people and ate fish swim bladder, I only found this out after I had eaten it, seems this restaurant specialises in things to do with creature's tummies.
In totally unrelated news also saw a packet on a desk at work with these instructions that gave no clue as to the content, but I have quite often said that my pat pat stick only needs mouth gassing.