While all you lot are happily in the land of nod, it is actually 12 o’clock somewhere (yeh Here)

And that means it’s Singapore Sling o’clock for Mrs Fogg and I. At a paltry SG$41 each plus tax plus tip

Enjoy your snoozing while we are enjoying the boozing here at Raffles.

And we didn’t even queue, we did the oblivious thingy and walked past everyone waiting to enter the long bar. Mrs Fogg did get some hoyty toyty ole fart stop her to advise there is a queueing system. Ha they got sat on uncomfortable bar stools and we got sat comfy chairs. It’s the little wins in life.

That’s them on the stools that is (and she ain’t appy)

Drunks, out!

Oh yeh and here you get bags of monkey nuts and lob your used shells on the floor, it’s like a standard night out in Wakefield or Durham! (Eh Di, Helen)

Here’s the long bar, now where’s wally (she’s there somewhere)?

Meanwhile 5 Slings later, where’s the food!