Jim Carry. Hummm. Always acting the clown. He didn't need to in this movie. Extremely funny.. In fact you leave the cinema feeling a bit crazier than when you went in. If you don't laugh out loud....you have a serious problem. Star Rating 3.5.
After a very nice Peranakan dinner at the Esplanade, we enjoyed cello pieces in the recital studio. Very intimate space, great acoustics. Loke is a Singaporean. Good turn.
"Cellist Loke performs with pianist Lim Yan and violinist See Ian Ike in this concert consisting mostly of popular duos and transcriptions for the cello, including Bloch’s ‘Schelomo’, Chopin’s Introduction & Polonaise Brillante, the Handel-Halvorsen Passacaglia and more. Loke studied under the distinguished Nathaniel Rosen and Paul Tobias – both protégés of the great cellist Gregor Piatigorsky – at the Mannes College of Music in New York"
A nice hilly park about 20 mins walk from the apartment. Set round a disused quarry, it is surprisingly peaceful once you get into the interior.
You have to take this seriously. Durians can be up to 2 times the size of a coconut with husk. Problem. Neither of us knew what a durian tree looked like! Mind you, with Singaporeans love of the fruit, I doubt that any ripe pods would not be left hanging for long.
Recently I have noticed a couple of raptors hanging around on a tree outside our apartment window. A bit of searching with the binoculars revealed a nest. Quite big it is too. It must have taken some effort to get such big branches up there. Not exactly tidy builders, stick a bit here, poke a bit in there sort of approach to nest building. I wonder how many branches did not stay in place and returned to the ground?
Sorry for the picture quality. My zoom lens is not up to the job and the atmosphere is always very hazy. Not like the crisp Mongolian atmosphere. Excuses, excuses. Tried to enhance just the bird, not worked particularly well though. Anyway, seems like there are now eggs in the nest as one of the two birds is always at there. I think they are sea eagles. Big beggars, anyway. Mate for life apparently. Will update as things develop.
Four sets of wheels has to be better than three. On our way to KL the coach's back axle gave up the ghost.....at 80 km in the outside lane of the motorway. How the half shaft stayed in the axle sleeve I will never know. Bits of coach on the motorway but we were safe.
From Gurney Drive. The sculpture caught Gek's eye....a weathered lamp from the original esplanade.
Penang coach station, waiting to start the 12 hour journey back to Singapore. About 14 pounds per person, about 500 miles. Not bad!!! The Transnational Man on the coach's front was a complete fluke!!!!!
This may appear to be carrying a fascination too far, but I have started on a 'Build a Baba Doll House' project. So that there is no confusion, this is not a house for my dolls!!! I do not have any, honest. It is a Doll House in the sense of a small model house. 1/12 th scale actually. Having done preliminary research on the real buildings, I have worked up a set of drawings from which a local wood working shop created a load of plywood parts. Just have to put them together now. Vist www.david-dollhouse.blogspot.com to see further developments.
Now of course I will become an obsessive miniature hunter. Anything near enough 1/12 th scale that is appropriate to the houses period, late 1920', early 1930's. Made a good start on Bolton's Sunday Flea Market. Nailed two miniature water colours for 25 pence each. Bargain!!!
Gek with her long time friend Diane. We met up at Manchester Piccadilly station after Diane travelled across the Pennines just to see us.
Gek with my uncle Granville. I have on occasion been mistaken for Granville's older brother. Hummm. Clearly pays to be laid back!!!
OK, I know, an old chair. Until I put them straight, Gek's friends were convinced that this chair design originated from China. Oh no, it did not. Europe. This particular chair belong to my grandma but the same design can be seen at Singaporean coffee shops......a Kopitiam Coffee Shop chair.
An unexpected return to the UK had us visiting Bolton, the place I was born. Had not been there for decades.
Christmas decoration up, of course. Damned cold too. We managed on a budget of 40 pounds a day, excluding hotel costs. Not a small amount and we used public transport at that!!!
Bolton, a Lancashire mill town as was. The town hall's claim to fame is that it is identical to the town hall in Portsmouth. This gave rise to stories that the town councillors had been duped by the commissioned architect. Neat trick if true.
Tyldale Silver Band playing outside M&S. The dummies outnumbered the audience. Cold and damp Sunday morning in late November. No surprise there then?
Play the video and listen to the lovely sound of a silver band. So mellow.