Well it’s not Friday it’s been Saturday for at least 10 minutes now and they haven’t changed the carpet, what are tourists supposed to do now? How will they know the day has changed?

Have no fear SuperDrunk is here to help, when people are in trouble and need somewhere to turn there is Superman, when there is naff all wrong and no bugger wants him SuperDrunk arrives. Superman can leap tall buildings, SuperDrunk is lucky if he can even walk straight, you get the picture, however they do both wear their grundies over their trousers, only SuperDrunk’s actually smell of wee.

Well anyhoo SuperDrunk has helped out the Shangri-La by putting A4 notes on all the lifts informing them that the man who normally changes the carpet is late with his duty (and will be sacked) and today actually is Saturday, so don’t panic.

What a better way to stop prostitution than have cameras in the Red Light area and not even tell you where they are, ha.

Those clever people in Singapore, why did they never think of it in the UK.

A very nice day today, MRT ride to Dhoby Ghaut then a slow wander up through Fort Canning Park, a sacred Malay Hill that Mr Raffles decided would make a “spiffing house”, so he promptly had the jungle cleared, built a nice bungalow and then all his mates moved in and the hill was for a time named Government Hill. It has the original government building ( very English colonial) and lots of walks through a pretty park. This is also where in the 2nd World War the British troops set up base. There is an underground battle box on the site that you can tour, complete with wax dummies to help you understand. We did not go in but walked on through to Clarke Key, once full if warehouses to load and unload goods that came by sea and up the river. Now it is a haven of pretty converted buildings and rowdy bars complete with lots of tourists and expensive drinks (but they do offer lots of happy hours!)

Mr Fogg came to this area about 12 years ago to an infamous bar called Harrys Bar. It was not touristy at that time, just a quiet riverside location. How things change. A most pleasant day just mooching around.

Welcome to one of the most famous or infamous places in Singapore, Harry’s bar in Clarke Quay. This is apparently the location where the former Rogue Trader Nick Leeson drank whilst collapsing the Bearings Bank.

Personally who cares, its a gorgeous afternoon, so time for more falling down water, waiter bring me another, hic.

After our suit purchase (and Mrs Fogg posing for the start of her Catalogue modelling career) we went for DIY lunch again at Sho Teppan in the ION centre on Orchard Road.

Angus Beef Teppanyaki for me and Salmon for Mrs Fogg, of course with the nicest beer in the world Sapporo Black, yummy,

Now more walking and shopping for the remainder of the day.

And here we have Mr Fogg in a cashmere suit in dark blue/black sporting a rather sexy single breasted jacket and fitted trousers. Having been made to measure the sleeve length is right for a change. The tailor said he made nice pleated trousers to accommodate Mr Fogg’s happy bump ( that’s a sign of good living apparently, although we can only assume what a happy bump is)

Just the ticket for job interviews and taking Mrs Fogg out for posh food in poncy restaurants

And the finished article for Mrs Fogg, purchased especially for her upcoming trip to Calcutta.

This two piece linen suit has a mandarin collar, shortened sleeves in sage green with black linen trousers, all made to measure.

I know that sounds like a catalogue advert doesn’t it. But check out that modelling pose!

Strange but true this picture was taken the correct way up, but when we viewed it, it became upside down. Either the effects of too much champoo the night before or the magic lift effect.

After a late rise this am (all checked in for the return flight last night, whilst we sipped champoo on the 24th floor, stood on the open balcony in the pouring rain surveying the city, very Bladerunneresque) we witnessed a slip of a girl no more than 7 stone, take 2 heaped plates of food and then 2 heaped plates of buns and cookies and devour the lot. Scrub that, she now also has a plates of toast, fruit and more buns as well (now I’m a fast eater but it is like a cartoon, mouth open tip plate contents in).

And what will we be doing today, go get our suits, then a womble to Clark Quay and hopefully a night flight in the Singapore Flyer, before packing cases in readiness for the 14 hour flight on Saturday at midnight.