Singapore Yacht Show

By Monday, 22 April 2013 Parties and Premieres

There is a saying in England that people trot out from time to time when men announce any one of the following: that they are running off with their mistress, buying a boat or buying a helicopter or plane (as you do): ‘If it f**ks, floats or flies…hire it.’

On the whole, probably pretty good advice.  If, however, you are not of this persuasion then the Singapore Yacht Show is for you.

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Aunty Sally’s Tips on Daily Detox…Using Things You Already Have in Your Store Cupboard

By Wednesday, 17 April 2013 Beauty, Food & Drink, Health & Fitness, More Dash than Cash

I’ve been going to see the lymphatic drainage guru that is Sally Hew for an hour a week for about six months now. I first wrote about her here; she’s amazingly skilled at detoxing your system, clearing your skin and really making a difference to how you feel (and, as an added bonus, how you look).

She regularly scolds me for various things each week (in fact this week’s scolding is coming up this evening) including drinking too much red wine, not drinking enough water, not getting enough sleep and so on. Rather annoyingly she does seem to be able to tell. Instantly. Read More

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The Urban Myth that is Spray Tanner Hannah

By Tuesday, 16 April 2013 Beauty, Brit Stuff, More Dash than Cash

Yup, there really is a leggy blonde English girl who lives in Chip Bee Gardens and who turns all who meet her into golden goddesses.

I first heard about Spray Tanner Hannah (such a great name) when one of my lovely readers commented on a post I’d written about spray – and pray – tans here in Singapore. Read More

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Char Kway Teow…and Other Stories

By Monday, 15 April 2013 Competitions, Food & Drink, More Dash than Cash

I love hawker food and can regularly be heard extolling the virtues of char kway teow (there aren’t any…except for the fact it tastes delicious). However, my confidence in ordering this dish of fried noodles has been well and truly shattered recently after I failed to pronounced teow with a clear enough ‘t’ sound. What I said sounded (according to my friend Mae) like a mixture of ‘char kway chee-aw/char kway gee-aw’. This meant that what I was actually asking for was roast penis.

Nice. Thank goodness it wasn’t for sale and my plate of noodles arrived with only a raised eyebrow.

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Charmed

By Thursday, 11 April 2013 Fash, More Dash than Cash

Over the years I have been given and collected a lot of charms, some strung on various bracelets, some lying loose and lonely in dusty pouches in a drawer in my dressing table.

I’ve been meaning to go through them all with a view to soldering the ones I love most on to on my own charm bracelet but until recently, have never got round to it. Read More

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