Tajmall

Impositions to enjoyment of our environment are everywhere. And too many people don't seem to mind. Many a Singapore bus-ride means contending with the inane blare of TV Mobile - a pet hate of mine, especially when they have wall-to-wall, cheaply-bought candid camera on - with the canned laughter cranked up. I will not document my fantasies about what I'd do to the producers of this crap, given the chance. But these are the complaints of the privileged - like complaining about airline food: remember at least you got to fly - isn't that miraculous?.

Today's complaint of privileged me would be going to the sometimes scary sci-fi shopping complex of SUNTEC CITY. Some bright spark has decided that TV Mobile should be blasting out in their already cacophonous food hall. Nevermind being hungry, I fled - while noting no-one else seemed to mind the noise; but nor was anyone paying the screens a blind bit of attention. Blind? I had a blinding headache after this.

COMMENT: Awww, poor sensitive baby. Maybe you have that neurological disorder: Asperger's Syndrome. And what the hell are you doing devoting time to whining on about the "Nazi crap" of Scott, Aiken & Waterman; Kenny G; Whitney and all?

LOSING ERECTION

Had I the time and means to B-logue then last week's US Election should have prompted comment. Instead I resort to a Mark Twain quote that opens a biography of Jim Carrey ("Unmasked" 1995 paperback cash-in):

"Hain't we got all the fools in town on our side?
And hain't that big enough majority in any town?"
---------- Mark Twain, "Huckleberry Finn"

O LORD, GRANT ME PATIENCE

If I had time to B-logue then I might mention the man from the place of worship near my house - the man who helped himself to one of my sacred plant pots. Asked what he thought he was doing. He said I wasn't using it; that there was nothing growing in it. How did he know?

Asked what he was going to grow. "Oh, no... it's for the praying. Put the jasmine." Pointed out it wasn't his for the taking. He said: "You are right". I didn't point out I thought there's a certain law he should know of where people who steal get their hands cut off.

Perhaps he would have waved me off like a similar gentleman from another recent encounter on the same patch after I asked he not deposit his plastic bag of violently green drink outside my place. He picked it up, waited till he thought I was out of view and lobbed it again. Followed him into his place of worship with the offending article and put it in the bin, asking why he was incapable of doing so. He thanked me and said “Now you go”.