Some Kind of Monster

I thought I'd seen nothing notable yesterday, but I'd forgotten about my walk back up the hill after my run. To my annoyance and continual, irrational, surprise I keep needing to go up the Midlevels escalator when it's going down, and down it when it's going up.

As I reached Staunton Street, filled with impotent rage and envy of the commuters travelling effortlessly down the hill, while I walked up on wobbly, weakened legs, I saw a woman walking down the street towards me. She was fairly typical for somebody working in Central; smart, tiny dress on a smart, tiny body, but she was clutching an enormmous can of Monster energy drink.

A corporate day out

Today was another day of fierce airconditioning in tropical Penang. In the morning it was chilly, in the afternoon I was struggling to keep my eyes open and not fall off my chair.

Christmas is coming

They're playing Fairytale of New York in the supermarket, which either displays wonderful irony or a complete lack of comprehension. It's hard to say which, as this is the same shop that's flogging gingerbread men for 65 dollars a pop, and they're not man-sized gingerbread men, and nor do they appear to justify that price in any other way. Maybe if they danced or played the banjo or offered lifestyle advice then I'd pay that much, but for a merely man-shaped piece of biscuit, I think not.

Cough it up

I've been feeling progressively less fit this year, as a result of not doing much running, and sitting around in an office drinking milky coffee and eating doughnuts.