I spent a couple of weeks in Singapore and Malaysia over the Christmas and New Year season.
Though obviously I flew out (to Singapore), to try to minimise my carbon footprint I do take the train from Singapore to Kuala Lumpur rather than the hourly shuttle. The train, in fact, takes nearly eight hours and so is quite an epic journey but it gives me a chance to catch up on quite a bit of reading as well as checking my emails on my Blackberry - very good reception in Singapore but it disappears halfway through Malaysia.
I read while, over in the Far East, ‘From Third World to First’ by Lee Kuan Yew (Singapore’s first PM), which is the Singapore story from 1965 to 2000. It is a very good read. Lee Kuan Yew, as a Cambridge qualified Lawyer, is very pro-British. He had a very good relationship with Margaret Thatcher, and in fact they retired from office at about the same time. Margaret Thatcher made many efforts to get Lee Kuan Yew to speak at the Conservative Conference, but without success because of the historic ties between Lee Kuan Yew and the Labour Party. I don’t think the Labour Party would go along with much of what Lee Kuan Yew stood for in Singapore. It has been a conspicuous success story, however, and although, along with many others, I think I would draw the line closer to individual freedom than law and order in Singapore, it is very difficult to argue with the massive success story that has been Singapore.
I also manage to read a couple of Ruth Rendell’s while away, always enjoyable – ‘The Bridesmaid’ and ‘To Fear a Painted Devil’, and Arundhati Roy’s ‘The God of Small Things’ which is set in the 1980’s in Kerala in South India and is a very moving, poignant story about the contradictions that existed in India and, indeed, still do. I also read Sandy Toksvig’s ‘Melted into Air’, a light hearted story set in Italy.
The joy of Christmas and my Birthday coming together at this times means that I have got a pile of books as presents to read including: Pompeii – The Day A City Died, Michael Palin’s - New Europe, Martin Bell’s - The Truth That Sticks, Duncan McClaren’s – Looking For Enid, Anne Enright’s – The Gathering, Paul Torday’s – Salmon Fishing in the Yemen, and William K Parke’s - A Fermanagh Childhood.
I also saw Will Smith in ‘I Am Legend’ over the festive season. In principle I always feel I am not going to enjoy these doomsday, apocalyptic films, but in practice nearly always do and this was no exception and I thought it was excellent.
Christmas in the sun is always, for somebody brought up in Britain, going to be incongruous. In the shopping malls of Singapore and Kuala Lumpur – ‘I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas’ and ‘Winter Wonderland’ are playing, and there are giant plastic snowmen and snow scenes all over the place and fake snow in many of the shopping centres.
Outside it is 31 degrees. I manage some longish walks and some swimming. Churches are packed on Christmas Day and I don’t think I have ever sat through such a long sermon as the one delivered at the Church that I attend – somewhat self indulgent really on the part of the Pastor, given the number of youngish children in the congregation, although the content was good.