Back

This morning I woke up with my back crimped in agony, either the result of carrying the television down the street last night, or (more likely) spending all afternoon and most of the evening slouched on the sofa. Bad posture makes martyrs of us all.

Looking down on Vancouver

Canadians are very mellow people, but they all love rubbishy hip-hop from two decades ago, which is why they named one of the mountains overlooking the North Shore after Cypress Hill.  People said they were insane in the brain to do so, but there was nothing stopping them.

Photographs of women

I got home last night to find that somebody had been taping photographs of vacant looking women, wearing vey few clothes, to the walls of our building's reception area. Some of them were wearing swimsuits and glowering out, some of them were covering their nipples with their hands, and some of them had geometric shapes handily censoring bits of their body, but no clothes at all.

Escalation

One of the first photos I took when I moved to Hong Kong, and still one of my favourites. If that's not blowing my own horn too much...

All the world's your oyster...

... or sea cucumber, or squid, or whatever else you care to pick out at the fish market.

Reasons to be cheerful

I may have been up until 2 in the morning trying to fix my computer and recover 4 years of potentially lost work, only to find that it was all because there was an errant DVD of The Calamari Wrestler inserted in the drive, but there's still tiny, tiny cupcakes!

Tai O - shrimp paste preparation

Just like sausages and legislation, shrimp paste is something people like, but nobody wants to be around while it's being created.