I get asked to road test a lot of things for this blog. I usually say no unless it’s something I am genuinely interested in or think that I would probably do anyway. So, when ex-rugby player and UFIT gym co-owner James Forrester asked if I’d like to try out CrossFit for a month, I was torn. It was definitely not something I’d naturally rush to sign up as it sounds petrifying; besides, would I even last a month? (A note to the uninitiated: CrossFit is a strength and conditioning program for many police academies and tactical operations teams, military special operations units, champion martial artists, and hundreds of other elite and professional athletes worldwide – say no more.)
It poured with rain yesterday. More than usual for this time of year (there hasn’t been a drop of rain today). I couldn’t decide if it was fitting for such a sad day or whether it was a shame the weather wasn’t better.
Here are some magical shots that capture the crowds and the scene on Sunday, when thousands upon thousands of people lined the streets and braved the torential downpour as Lee Kuan Yew made his final journey through his city.
It’s not all fashion and frivolities here on changmoh.com, you know! Meet Dr Jamie Whitehorn who is passing through Singapore today on his way back from fighting Ebola on the front line. I have known Jamie for about 15 years and, to be honest, he’s a bit of a hero. A doctor with a wife and three children, he has just returned from volunteering in Sierra Leone, where he was working in an Ebola treatment centre for the last two months. Having successfully cleared the required quarantine period, (he’s officially safe) I am sitting having breakfast with him today in Singapore as he awaits his connecting flight back to Vietnam, where he lives and works.
Jamie, over to you:
Today marks a sad day for Singapore with the death of Lee Kuan Yew, a true legend of modern history. The nation’s founding father, he turned Singapore from a little red dot into the first world metropolitan city that it is today. On behalf of all non-Singaporeans who live in this oasis and call it home, R.I.P LKY…and thank you.
If there was ever an antidote to Singapore city living and tropical heat, this is probably it. Cheltenham Festival is not a music festival or a weekend of jazz; nope, The Festival is arguably the finest jump racing in the British sporting calendar.
Ascot – which is flat racing – is of a similar calibre (read about last summer’s Ascot trip here) but in terms of what to wear, Cheltenham is strictly country attire. DO NOT be confused; leave the chiffon, heels and any exquisite, over-the-top millinery in the cupboard. And don’t even think about wearing black.
