Ever had one of those days where you wake up after a really heavy thunderstorm during the night and have no idea what day it is? I know as unlikely as it seems some people must be either totally clueless and have been marooned on a desert island somewhere or wander around thinking to themselves, gosh wish I knew what day it is, if only there was some way of knowing (stay with me on this), well all you need to do (beside ask someone, turn on the TV, look at a newspaper, etc) is make your way to Singapore, then the Hotel Shangri-La and get in one of the lifts. Why I hear you ask (beside the fact that the flight alone would cost more than several thousand newspapers, or even paying someone to tell you), well it’s obvious, because at midnight they have an army of workers (maybe it’s the borrowers), who come out and replace the carpet on the floor of all 6 lifts to show what day it is.

Simples!