I am in Singapore at the moment, ostensibly to attend a conference, but really it is to escape the abject poverty our lives have been thrown into after Sanae's reckless abandonment of our life-savings to the 'gee-gees'. At the moment I am 'pursuing' employment options for the three of us. It looks like I will get a job with a Punjab Indian wrecking crew doing work on the MRT line extension; Sanae might get a job at a Japanese hairdressers, but it looks like we will have to send Cian across the Malacca Straits to Indonesia as apparently this bleeding-heart bastion of liberalism in south-east Asia doesn't permit children under the age of 15 to work.
Mind you, the heat could take a bit of getting used to. When I left Muroran early on Wednesday morning, there was a couple of centimeters of snow on the ground and the thermometer was stuck at -2. When I arrived the same evening in Singapore the mercury was bubbling up at +33. That is a swing of 35 degrees which knocked the living (albeit frozen) shite out of my body.
The hotel I am staying in is just off Killiney road, which is connected to Dalkey road, which in turn leads you onto Dublin Road. There are, not surprisingly, also two Irish bars in close proximity. It would appear Bono and the lads invested in some prime Singaporean real estate.

Killiney road, Singapore: home to the best Irish ramen