It’s that time of year again where everyone takes the time out to wish me a St. Patrick’s Day as if it’s a highly religious occasion and St. Patrick is my one and only ruling god. As religious days go, it’s pretty good. People expect you to drink at some point and listen to Irish…
Happened to book a table before the recent Bon Iver concert in to Da Paolo BistroBar in Rochester Park as it’s a short walk to Star Theatre in The Star Vista. Certainly not the cheapest plates on offer. $34 for a burger?! It must be awesome. Time to put my money where my mouth is.…
“Work is the curse of the drinking classes.” ― Oscar Wilde Growing up in Ireland the induction in to enjoying a lifetime of the occasional tipple revolved around 2 litre bottles of cider in an overgrown ditch. Or two. It involved the outdoors and older siblings wrangling up some elixir from the local town. Memories of wet…
This could have been the third time I would get to see Death Cab For Cutie but back when I lived in Germany I had to miss out taking a couple of trains down to Cologne to catch them. I was sick or something. Probably. But I did catch them the last time they were…
Hong Kong: land of my late twenties and early thirties and my welcome mat in to Asia. Three years were spent working and living in Hong Kong from 2008 until 2011 and the living was amazing. The work? Not so much. I remember getting my first Airport Express from the airport on to Hong Kong island…
To visit Rochor Centre in early 2016 is to visit a mortally wounded kaleidoscope. The end is nigh for the buildings, tenants, and businesses and everyone knows it. It oozes inevitability and sadness. The four beautifully and happily coloured apartment blocks hide sadness and anger at the impending closure and demolition of one of Singapore’s landmark public housing…