The Rimba Monkey About a month or so ago a lone male monkey started using our roof and balcony to get from one side of the estate to the other. At first we were a bit wary because the last monkey that wandered the estate on its own turned vicious when the people who were … Continue reading Oh monkey, you’re so pretty
Alcohol is integral to the lives of many Westerners. Northern Europeans especially love binge drinking and telling tales that start with "I was mortal...". We use it to celebrate when we are happy and to drown our sorrows. People get paralytic at weddings. People get paralytic at funerals. Had a bad day? Have a beer. … Continue reading Going Dry in January.
"Do you get beaten up often?" I absentmindedly asked the middle aged Chinese taxi driver as we rumbled through the overly Christmassy Singapore. A look of what I like to think was bemusement, flashed across his face as he sized me up - an equally middle aged, but smaller white woman in the back seat, … Continue reading Anxious in Singapore
I (started to) write this while sitting in airport number 1 of the 4 I travel through before I get back to Newcastle. This first one is Brunei - then Kuala Lumpur - then Heathrow - then finally, Newcastle. It being Brunei there is no alcohol served in the airport so I've eaten a lasagne … Continue reading Airports.
I always had ambitions to travel. I remember being young and my parents (while they were still together) taking us to places while they tried to get visas for Australia. Aged 11, I remember my mam talking about nurses who'd emigrated to Saudi Arabia who earned a fortune working for people who had gold taps … Continue reading How I ended up on a dot in the middle of the Pacific
Everytime I appear in anything for Bruhaha Comedy I'm still left wondering how on earth this happened! And why on earth does my voice sound like that?!
So I went to Singapore on a school trip... which sounds weird in itself cos when I was at school we were lucky if we went to Bill Quay Farm. It was accompanying students who were participating in Model United Nations, which again is not something us comp school kids did - or any type … Continue reading You’re her, aren’t you?
This morning I was out walking - I'd love to say running but the only thing I'm running for in this heat is an ice cream van - cursing myself yet again that the only person I had to blame for this was myself. In a moment of "yay I'm gonna get fit" bullsh*t, I … Continue reading Virtual Jungle ‘Running’
Hiya! How's it going? Welcome to my blog. I had better introduce myself better I... So my name is Aylssa... no that's not how you pronounce it. But that's ok - I don't hold it against you for saying my name wrong in your head - it's not Alyssa (Ah - liss - ah), its … Continue reading Well hello there *waves*