Well by some unholy miracle the fool made it to the airport, via the medium of insuring himself on his mother's car then driving her home and then getting his sister to take him to the Airport.
His first night in Singapore was marked by a copious amount of Tiger beer. Indeed the receptionist at the Hostel remarked on the speed with which he and Hoots ordered their first beer - most of which had disappeared before the keys had arrived.
He then turned into a performing seal towards the end of the night catching biscuits in his mouth as they were thrown at him. You can't buy class. He is now known around the Hostel as "Biscuit Boy".
Chinese New Year tonight, who can predict what that holds.
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