I thought I was going to be in Bangkok, but it turns out that I am actually in Singapore – and very nice it is too.
Accompanied by Fearless Leader, Woody Allen in Robert de Niro’s Body Creative Director and Sofa Gonk, we flew in a couple of hours ago, and are at somewhere positively idyllic: Amara Sanctuary Resort, Sentosa. I have never been so pleased to get into a shower in my LIFE: flying (even Singapore Airlines-flying) just makes me feel like I’ve been rolling in the dust like a rabid donkey – so now I squeak like a dish, under the thumb of a proud housewife in a washing-up commercial.
The only dark cloud on the horizon is that there is “Organised Fun” planned for this evening: normally something that I avoid with the fervour I reserve for avoiding displays of Morris Dancing or the enactment of Shakespeare by persons under the age of 15 (or Gary Wilmot, whose Bottom in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” at Regent’s Park Open Air Theatre can still eject me screaming from my slumber and clawing at my eyes to purge them of the horror…). Anyway: be assured that I shall update in gruesome detail.
