I am a massive fan of the Traders hotel chain for any non expense account check-ins – I love the very sleek, urban one in Honkers – but it would be fair to say that the Traders we have here in Singapore, nestling next to Tanglin Mall, is somewhat tired. Hold on to your hats though…all that is about to change.
I love my iPhone. I don’t feel any compelling need to rush to upgrade it to the new model that’s about to launch…but there is one thing I can’t bear about it. Its horribly pathetic battery life.
I think though, at long last, I have found a solution.
I used not to be a massive fan of audio books, thinking they were mainly for children and grandmothers, but a school run that takes me a full 60 minutes to complete, as I fight traffic heading into town as I head for home, has made me drastically reconsider.
Luckily I had an audio book to hand as I’d ordered it by mistake, instead of the actual book. And thank goodness I did; I LOVE it. The particular title I’m listening to is both improving and empowering which is, I think, a pretty good place to start.
There is something about getting to the front of a queue that makes the hideous, time-wasting, waiting bit of it all, almost worth it. I can’t think of a better example of this than, aged nine, finally getting an elbow on the countertop of the school tuck shop: my bag of penny sweets were only moments away from being in my hand.
The school tuck shop. I was bought back there with a bang last week when I arrived home to a huge hamper chock-full of goodies I hadn’t seen since I was a child. Courtesy of the lovely chaps at Tuck, there was popping candy, Dip Dabs, Sherbet Fountains, Love Hearts, cola cubes, flying saucers…you name it.
And did I mention the candy necklaces?
When Karl Lagerfeld sent double-C versions of the classic candy necklace down the Chanel runway at Paris Fashion week back in March earlier this year, he was the first fashion arbiter to inject style with a sugar rush. Stay ahead of the trend – and save yourself a fortune – by buying the ‘real’ thing here:
Just in case you need any more convincing to become a regular Changmoh reader, *winks* I have a piece in this week’s Telegraph about the taxi uncles of Singapore being the best cultural guides to the city.
I write for them every now and again but it was this particular story that reconnected me with a friend, Clare Pannell, who recently had the most amazing taxi experience: she gave birth in one on the way to Mount Elizabeth Hospital. The taxi uncle was beside himself. Not with anger, as you might imagine, but with joy at the ‘good luck’ a new life shooting across the leatherette seats of his brand new motor would give him. They are both still in regular contact with each other, which is rather special.
