November 21, 2008

Supply and Demand

In Singapore, the government tightly restricts the number of cars on the road, and enforces this restriction through an auction system for car permits.

As people scrap or export their cars, the permits are recycled back to the government, which auctions them off every month in a reverse Dutch auction (so the lowest accepted bid is the price that applies for the whole auction).

Lately there's about 2,000 permits on offer every month and 3,000 bids, so there's plenty of demand to keep the price high. (These permits are famously expensive - at one point in the mid-90's, it cost $110,000 to put a car on the road - over and above the 110% tax rate on cars.)

But the economy has been turning lately, and fewer people have been buying cars - so the supply of permits has stayed constant but demand has dried up. So, just as you'd expect, the price of permits is looking a bit shaky. Shakier than stocks, if that's possible. In terms of sheer drop, they're shakier than the shakiest of subprime-mortgage-backed securities.

The B-class permits (for cars over 1.6 litres - so the only sort of permit worth caring about, then) have dropped from over $8,000 to $4,000 in two weeks. The E-class open permits - down from $11,000 to $7,000. And the A-class permits, for cars under 1.6 litres...?

The LTA had 1,851 permits on offer, but only 1,852 bids. So once they swept through the bid stack, the final price was a bit of a shocker - down from $10,500 to $2.

Two dollars. Down from a peak for that class of $56,000 in the roaring days of 1996, just before the Asian crisis.

I like Pravda's take on this:

What is thought to be impossible in an open bidding system has happened: COE has crashed.

"Thought to be impossible in an open bidding system"? Have they not looked at stock markets lately?

Update: Just noticed, there's some terrible writing in that Pravda excerpt (no surprise really). Why would they write "what is thought to be impossible", when the whole bloody article says that it's completely possible?

November 19, 2008

The Pitch

EXT. STREET SCENE - DAY

Soundtrack: Some bleepy ambient junk that sounds like the "I'm a Mac/I'm a PC" soundtrack.

A generic "Main Street" shopping strip, with camera looking along the sidewalk and people walking toward the camera. As each person walks past the camera, they lift their iPhone to one ear and say a single word or short phrase, then look down at the iPhone screen and smile. No street scene noise at first.

V.O.: With the new Google Mobile App for iPhone, you can search the web - just by using your voice.

Fade up street scene noise as the following people walk past. Each person lifts their iPhone, says the search term, then looks at the iPhone screen as they walk out of shot.

GRANDMOTHERLY LADY: Halo 3.

STONER DUDE: Doritos - near here.

BLONDE SORORITY GIRL: The answer to life, the universe and everything.

OLD MAN WITH ZIMMER FRAME [SHOUTING]: Hearing aids!

FUDDY-DUDDY OLD WOMAN WITH THIN LIPS AND DISAPPROVING GLARE: Adult novelty stores.

MEATHEAD JOCK WEARING FOOTBALL JERSEY: Quantum error correction.

STRAIGHT-LACED GUY IN EXPENSIVE SUIT [Whispering]: Hanson.

We pan around to follow STRAIGHT-LACED GUY IN EXPENSIVE SUIT, who walks straight into a lamppost and falls backward out of shot. Tilt down to STRAIGHT-LACED GUY IN EXPENSIVE SUIT lying on the pavement looking dazed.

STRAIGHT-LACED GUY IN EXPENSIVE SUIT: (pause) ... Optometrist... near here.

Fade out street noise, superimpose ad copy.

V.O.: Google Mobile App with Voice Search. Only on iPhone.

Update: To whom it may concern at Google. If you want to use this pitch, my consultancy fee is ten million US dollars - or a nice drawing of a spider.

November 18, 2008

Pinnacle Notes: A JRE-Keeps-You-Entertained-All-Tuesday Special

You've probably heard how, in Singapore, protesting is banned?

Check this out.

A thinly veiled excuse to use the word "sextillion"

Yep, we're back on Zimbabwe again.

Last week, Zimbabwe's year-on-year inflation rate was a cheery 593 quintillion percent p.a. This week, it's 89.7 sextillion percent (897 followed by twenty zeroes and the overthrow of the government) - a doubling of prices about every five-and-a-quarter days over the last year.

The rate is accelerating, though - if you look at the weekly data for the last two weeks, prices have doubled about every 22 hours. (Side note: you'd think that a doubling every 24 hours would be a nice round level for inflation to plateau at, and you'd be pretty much right - it's stalled there for nearly a month now.)

That's still nowhere near the record, though; that would belong to the once-every-14-hours doublings of postwar Hungary (the blue line on the chart). It's impossible to stick a neat trendline through all of those points, but it does look like it's on track to break Hungary's record sometime before year end. Guesses on the precise date in the comments below; nearest the pin wins.

November 17, 2008

Could you do the egg bacon gloom and sausage without the gloom then?

Life imitates Monty Python in post-credit-crunch America: they'll have the spam spam spam spam spam spam spam baked beans spam spam spam and spam.

In other credit crunchy news, here's an entirely random sampling of headlines from the Reuters wire this afternoon.

November 16, 2008

A Pig in a Poke

Buying a pig in a poke, colloquially, is to buy something risky without examining it beforehand. The phrase arose in the middle ages, when confidence tricksters would offer to sell a pig in a sack - but when the customer opened the sack, they'd find they'd bought a nice juicy cat. Or rabbit.

These days, the pig in the poke is more likely to be a nice juicy "risk-free" yield on a structured deposit. And the cat is the credit risk, or equity default risk, or short option, or some other undisclosed risk that you've taken on to juice those "risk-free" returns.

In Singapore, one of those juicy structured deposits has just blown up in an unexpected way, on a risk that you'd never have thought about when the clueless teller sold you the deposit over the bank counter.

Here's the pricing statement for Morgan Stanley's Pinnacle Notes Series 9 and 10. Flick through to page 4 of the PDF to see the advertisement, but here's the copy (random font sizes, random boldfacing, and random Comic Sans all sic):

Profit from bull and bear markets
Earn
5.00% p.a. PLUS a potential
Equity Bonus Coupon

of up to
4.00% p.a.
over 5.5 years

Then down the bottom:

Credit linked to these Reference Entities:
Australia • Hong Kong • Singapore • Singtel • Temasek

And then lots of footnotes, including one that says "Each Series of Notes will be secured by, amongst other assets, US Dollar denominated Synthetic CDO Securities that are rated at least AA on the date of investment therein". Keep that one in mind, it's important.

If this all sounds a bit complicated, don't worry - the note works just like this:
* You invest your money with these blokes for 5.5 years;
* If none of the five "reference entities" default or restructure their debt during that time, you get 5% p.a. interest;
* If the price of a basket of six unrelated shares goes up or down by a certain percentage, you get an extra 4% p.a interest (the equity bonus coupon);
* If any of those five companies does default during the life of the deposit, you immediately lose substantially all of your money. (Not necessarily the whole lot - it depends on the amount recovered from the company that goes bankrupt - but you can assume that it'll be the whole lot.)

That last bullet point is the risk you take - you're selling insurance on any one of those five companies going toes up. It's called a "first-to-default basket" in the trade, and these were massively, massively popular among structured note issuers and gullible customers.

Oh, and the other nice bit? Buried in the fine print of the Summary of Terms on page 5, you'll see that the notes are "callable" - at any time after the six-month mark, if the notes start to look expensive, the issuer can buy them back at the face value.

So if things stay calm for six months, and the insurance that you've sold becomes cheaper, the issuer will buy the notes back and only give you the face value (plus any accrued interest) - but if the market suddenly turns wild, they won't buy the notes back, and you'll be left facing an ugly pack of default risks with your own money on the line. NO UPSIDE FOR YOU.

(Incidentally, the "issuer call" interacts amusingly with the Equity Bonus Coupon. The basket of stocks has to rise 15% for the bonus coupon to kick in - but in a calm market, stocks aren't likely to spike 15% in six months. So if the market stays calm, you'll never see a dime of that juicy 4% extra coupon, because the note will be called well before one year, where the bonus coupon starts to kick in. To be fair, there's a small downside equity bonus coupon as well, if stocks drop by 15% - so it's not a totally dud feature.)

But in return for all this malarkey, you get a nice high yield.

And it was a very high yield - a 5-year term deposit back in late 2007, when this product was launched, would've yielded about 2% p.a. So a lot of customers said to themselves, "a three percent yield pickup for writing insurance on five rock-solid companies like that? Sign me up!".

Keep that three percent yield pickup in mind, it's also important.

Now, eight months have passed since the launch of this product. None of the five credits in the basket have defaulted - the three governments are all rock solid, and the two corporates are backed by the Singaporean government, so they ain't goin' nowhere.

But these Pinnacle Notes spectacularly blew up this week, and the aggrieved customers will receive none of their cash back. Not a dime. Not a farthing. Not an Icelandic krona.

How did this happen?

Turns out that there was a second, major set of risks - one that you would've missed if you'd just looked at the ad copy. Read on to find out how this product carried exposures to to Fannie Mae, Lehman Brothers, and Kaupthing Bank - and how those three companies, along with a rogue's gallery of other corporate collapses, cost investors all of their money.

Continue reading "A Pig in a Poke" »

Wall candy

Pro photographer and JRE fave Vincent Laforet is having a print sale.

This one is the jewel in the crown - not only is it a great photo of Times Square at night from above, it's only $75 plus shipping for a big ol' archival quality 16x20. (It's an unlimited edition, which is why it's so cheap - the other photos in the series are limited-edition prints and considerably more expensive.)

Some of the cooler limited-edition ones:

The best bit - he's putting all of the profits toward funding a student internship. Have a browse through the photos here, and do your bit for photography.

November 15, 2008

Agri-tainment


Agri-tainment, originally uploaded by Shiny Things.

Seen in today's Pravda: the future of farming? Or a grating only-in-Singapore neologism? JRE reports; YOU DECIDE.

Also, isn't there some sort of rule about not using too many fonts on a single page? These guys need to sack their graphic designer.

Sell Mortimer Sell (hic)

Intrade - home of the world's largest market on whether Sarah Palin would be kicked off the Republican ticket - has announced that it's launching "Fine Wine Futures".

They're apparently linked to an index of resale prices of fine wines - who knew there was a need for such a thing? And in line with the general worldwide malaise, the price of fine wine is tanking: the fine wine index in question dropped 12% last month, leaving it down 7% year-to-date.

So if you're planning to buy some fine wine in the future, you can use these as a hedge against the price going up in the meantime. (Unfortunately you won't be able to hedge very much fine wine: the market depth at the moment is about $100 a side, which'll buy you about two glasses of a nice Bordeaux.)

(Even the art market is taking a shellacking - people are finally realising that when you buy a Damien Hirst, you're not buying an "investment", you're buying a really creepy painting of a bunch of psychedelic skulls, and Hirst probably didn't even paint it himself anyway.)

Disclaimer: I shorted these as soon as I found out that they existed.

November 14, 2008

JRE Keeps You Entertained All Weekend

The Hubble Space Telescope delivers the first ever pictures of a planet orbiting a sun-like star.

On the same day: the Keck and Gemini North 8 telescopes deliver the first ever pictures of an entire solar system orbiting a sun-like star.

On the same day: Youtube delivers footage of the aliens from those planets.

November 12, 2008

As We Know It

Michael Lewis, author of 80s Wall Street chronicle Liar's Poker, looks back on the smouldering wreckage of 00s Wall Street and asks "where did it all go wrong"?

(If you liked that piece, you might also like his books: try Moneyball, or the criminally underrated The Blind Side.)

November 11, 2008

Only In Singapore, part fifty kajillion

Pravda's latest social-engineering campaign wants to encourage Singaporeans to be polite. Specifically, they want diners at hawker centres and fast-food joints to clean up after themselves and return their own plates. There's even a hilariously earnest Facebook group - search for "Goodness Gracious Me" if you're after some laughs.

Firstly, what on earth does it say about Singapore that they needed to launch a campaign like this in the first place?

Secondly, quoth the article:

This new awareness is the first step towards graciousness, said sociologist Paulin Straughan.

Youth, especially, respond to a sense of 'doing the right thing' - a 'hip' factor - to get them walking the talk. She said this set sees it as 'desirable to be seen as the 'in', educated and socially conscious group'
.

Maybe I'm old-fashioned - but was it ever "hip" and "in" and "educated" not to be polite and clear up after yourself?

In other only-in-Singapore news: now that's a blow against democracy. Yes, it's a crime here.

November 9, 2008

Tiny Robot Breaks The Bank At Vegas

...but he gave it all back, 'cause he doesn't like carrying small change.

(More Vegas snaps to come.)

November 8, 2008

JRE Keeps You Twice As Entertained All Weekend

Puppies.

JRE Keeps You Entertained All Weekend

Here's something silly to counteract all the Very Serious News this week - a recap of the Duke/Belmont basketball game from this year's NCAA March Madness, courtesy of NBC17 Raleigh/Durham. "...There's this pesky NCAA regulation that says you can't show highlights from a game until all the games are over - so I'd be breaking the law if I showed you Duke highlights right now. Unless..."

...ahh, I don't want to spoil the surprise. Just watch.

November 6, 2008

The Belly of the Beast

"So how come the traffic's so thick?"

I was in the back of a taxi on the way to the Rio All-Suite Hotel and Casino, with tickets for Penn & Teller in my back pocket. The polls in deep-blue California, Oregon and Washington had just closed, handing Barack Obama seventy-some electoral votes and crowning him President-Elect.

"Dude, you haven't heard? The Democrat victory party's at the Rio."

That'd be it.

A note, first. If you're ever in Vegas, go see Penn & Teller and bring your camera. Unlike most Vegas stars, P&T stick around after the show for photos and autographs. And Penn is extremely tall - I'm 6'0", he's somewhere around 6'7".

Penn Jillette

I won't spoil any of the acts - but to give you an idea of what the show's like, here's their unorthodox version of the cup-and-ball trick.

The crowd was already chanting "Yes We Can" when I walked out of the P&T theatre. Now, I'm not of the Democratic mindset. But among American political parties, Democrats are second only to Libertarians in their ability to throw a wild party. (Republicans might be notionally better at managing the economy and national security, but they're about as much fun at a party as a case of plague.) So I turned left instead of right, and headed for the party.

The first thing that surprised me is that there was a cash bar. This would seem to be against every Democratic principle - where's the sharing of the wealth? The concern for the common man who can't afford a beer? The second thing that surprised me was this guy - I think we've just found Barack Obama's hidden support base.

Rednecks for Obama

I was worried. Was I sufficiently hip and trendy and youthful to fit in? Could I convincingly shout "Yes We Can"? Would the P&T program clutched in my fingers blow my cover? Would I slip after two beers and start rambling about the need for smaller government and bigger cars? Or would they kick me out for calling someone a penguin-shagging tree-hugging dope-smoking (oh, no, wait, that's the Libertarians) stinky hippie?

But it was all surprisingly slick. The TV crews were swarming the place, trying to catch a glimpse of the newly elected Congresswoman Dina Titus. There were plenty of attractive women (or men, if that's your thing). Nobody seemed to mind when I stuck my camera in their face and asked for a photo. And there were even a few wacky outfits. All in all, you'd probably rather have been there than at the Republican shindig down at the Palazzo.

I staggered out about midnight, two Coronas deep (at six bucks each, I couldn't afford much more... if I wanted to drink expensive imported beer I would've stayed in Singapore), arm in arm with a pack of people still shouting "Yes We Can". Isn't it time now for "Yes We Did"? And what about "Yes We Will"?

Ah well. We can hope. Yes we can.

Now who ya know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines?

Is there anything you can't do in Vegas?

Three miles east of the Strip, on Tropicana Avenue, sits The Gun Store - the embodiment of that part of the Second Amendment that reads "the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed".

If you want to try shooting a .22 pistol, you can do that - never having used a gun before, this is what I went for. If you want to try a shotgun, you can do that too. Want to shoot a machine gun, like an Uzi SMG or a Heckler and Koch MP5 or a proper Kalashnikov AK-47 assault rifle? Sure - and here's a $5 discount coupon.

A .22 pistol and 20 bullets will set you back $20. Eye and ear protection on, and you're into the range with an expert standing just behind you. Right hand around the grip, index finger away from the trigger, left hand around the grip, flinch as the person two booths down lets rip with an MP5.

Finger around the trigger. Line up the sights. Squeeze not pull. F... that's a lot of kickback. I'm slightly scared of the little lump of metal in my hands now.

Sights again, squeeze again. Careful. "Your hands are slipping down - keep them high on the grip."

I shot twenty bullets at the paper target (apparently not too badly either, here's the photo of the results) - but at the end of it I was quite happy to put the pistol down and step away. No machine-guns for me today. Maybe next time.

November 4, 2008

JRE Keeps You Entertained All Weekend: Election Day Special Edition

An Election Day special super duper bonus edition: Saturday Night Live's Fred Armisen shows off his interactive map.

Unfortunately, this is a case of art imitating life.

Vegas night


Vegas night, originally uploaded by Shiny Things.

The obligatory Vegas-at-night photo. The big black alien-looking pyramid is the Luxor; behind it you can see the parapets of Excalibur, the faux Chrysler building of New York New York, and the Palms off to the left.

November 3, 2008

Vegas: A History

It's two-thirty A.M. in Las Vegas, and I can't sleep. Maybe it was the coffee I had after that enormous slab of steak and glass of mediocre red wine for dinner. (Not ordering decaf was probably a mistake.)

But caffeine isn't what's keeping me awake. It's the city itself.

Las Vegas is a geographic implausibility. As you fly east from San Francisco (or LAX if you're a masochist), you'll stare out the window in gape-mouthed amazement as you fly over the towering, snowcapped Sierra Nevada, and Yosemite National Park, and the brutal deserts of Death Valley. (Or, if you're flying Virgin America, you'll miss all of that because you're staring at the live Google map on the little in-seat TV.)

And the deserts don't stop. There're sharp-edged hills, dried-up riverbeds, and roads slicing for miles across the red dirt in unfailingly straight lines. But then a blur appears just below you, and a big pointy thing sticks up from the blur. It's still desert. But the Las Vegas plain is saturated with houses, all clustered around a single straight line of gargantuan, gleaming skyscrapers, in black and gold and green and every colour of the rainbow.

"Las Vegas" means "the meadows" in Spanish, but the Spaniard who gave that name to this little town must have been on some Hunter S. Thompson-scale psychotropics. This is a desert. When you touch down at McCarran International, the runways aren't edged with lush green grass - they're edged with dry, chalky dust. As if you needed reminding (and the sort of people who come to Vegas and play house-edge-a-riffic 6-to-5 blackjack just might), the terminal at McCarran is plastered with signs reminding you to save water by not asking for it in restaurants unless you need it.

(Now that I think of it, that's a brilliant marketing campaign in the making. Save Water: Drink Wine Instead. Or just Turn Water Into Wine. That could be Penn & Teller's newest trick. Speaking of which, McCarran is also plastered with ads for Penn & Teller's show at the Rio. Their tagline: Fewer Audience Injuries Than Last Year - perhaps paying up for front-row seats wasn't such a crash-hot idea.)

But despite being in the middle of the desert, Las Vegas has thrived. Or, rather, was thriving until the housing bubble popped, leaving a titanic oversupply of housing that's sent prices down by a third in twelve months and destroyed the Wall-Street-mortgage-trader-weekend-party market.

Some parts of the town are still thriving, though. The golf courses at the Wynn (right on the strip, and plausibly the world's most expensive golf course real estate outside Japan) are as green as they've ever been. The enormous CityCenter development was nearly canned, but is still going up (and still being frantically marketed in the lobbies of its fellow MGM Mirage properties).

And if you look down the strip from your hotel room (how to land that coveted strip-view room is a topic for another post), it's hard to imagine that Vegas could ever truly be stopped in its tracks, ever fade off into darkness - not least because of that bloody great searchlight gizmo on top of the Luxor, WILL YOU SWITCH THAT THING OFF I'M TRYING TO GET SOME SLEEP UP HERE...

...oh wait...

...no I'm not. That coffee's kicking in again.

I'll see you at the blackjack tables. It's 3am, they'll still be open.

November 1, 2008

JRE Keeps You Entertained All Weekend

AC/DC have released their newest video in a slightly unorthodox format.

Not VHS, or Blu-ray, or pirated DivX - it's an Excel spreadsheet. Grab it here.

Or watch a demo right here.

October 30, 2008

And it confuses the cows

A keen-eyed relative tipped me off to this little gem from the October 3rd issue of my hometown newspaper, The Border Mail.

Help me out here. Is this a brilliant example of the deadpan Aussie humour that gave us gems like Frontline and The Games? Or is it... well... not? Vote in the comments.

October 29, 2008

Photos of the Year

The winners of Editor & Publisher's 2008 Photos of the Year awards.

October 28, 2008

Run Over By A Porsche

Forgive me if this gets a bit nerdy. But it's a fun story of what can go wrong when you're a big hedge fund master-of-the-universe type, standing astride the world.

Now, if you're a stock-trading type of hedge fund, your modus operandi is to buy stocks that look "cheap", and sell stocks that look "expensive". And for a long time, one stock that looked expensive as hell was Volkswagen. Caught in the same downdrafts that are right now destroying Ford, GM and Chrysler, with powerful trade unions hamstringing its ability to restructure and save money, VW looked to be in similarly dire shape to most other car companies in the world. (Troubles at its subsidiaries made things worse: Seat could build nothing but crap cars that nobody wanted, and Jeremy Clarkson (arbiter of taste in these things) was labelling Audis "cars for c*cks".)

But - for some unfathomable reason - Volkswagen shares were perpetually priced at about 20 times earnings, while every other car company was only worth about 8 times earnings. So hedge funds would sell VW and buy something else against it - say, Porsche, which looked cheap despite owning part of "expensive" VW.

And this is where they ran into trouble. Read on.

Continue reading "Run Over By A Porsche" »

October 27, 2008

And the factory owners are shutting themselves?

An amusing typo from today's Markets Live on FT Alphaville:

(NH and PM are Neil Hume and Paul Murphy, both FT staffers)

NH: while we are on the EM theme
NH: got a really interesting email on Friday about China
PM: go on
NH: it was from one of the big banks
NH: can’t name them
NH: but we can print the note
NH: they just dispatched team to China
NH: to try and assess the severity of the slowdown
PM: Interesting….
PM: And?????
NH: they say it is much, much worse than the market thinks
NH: they have found
NH: a significant number of factories are shitting down because of slowing demand from overseas consumers
NH: trade is locking up - letters of credit and 90-day commercial paper are no longer being accepted or transacted
NH: All copper smelters are losing money at current prices but demand from power companies remains stable for now
NH: Property prices are down at least 20% in the past few weeks, with 30-40% falls in some areas
PM: Jeez
PM: Get the note out
NH: here it is
PM: Before you do — we are all conjuring up images of shitting factories in china
NH: sums things up quite nicely


So if you're heading over to China to pick up some 40-percent-off real estate, please watch out for factories flying overhead.

Shame, shame, shame.

See, provocative articles like this one (from the scurrilous Far Eastern Economic Review) are why Singapore should have the right - no, the responsibility - to censor its media. We can't have foreign media nosing their way in, printing whatever they like and upsetting the balance of Singapore's conservative society, without any regard for where the "out of bounds markers" are.

And the FEER has engaged in this sort of disgraceful politicking before. It's a good thing that they're banned from these fair shores.

(Related, previously on JRE.)

October 26, 2008

Should be good for Australia then

In today's Sunday Times, Daniel Gross hypothesises that "the more Starbucks a country has, the worse its economic crisis".

In other news, Starbucks closed more than two-thirds of its Australian outlets back in July, after losing more than $60 million in just two years. Doesn't seem to have helped.

JRE Keeps You Entertained All Weekend

The NFL is coming to London this weekend. (Any chance of a game in Asia, guys?... oh, wait, they tried that.)

I wanted to find a decent NFL clip to mark the occasion, but (surprise, surprise) NFL Films has yanked them all from Youtube. As penance, here's the highlight reel from last year's Superbowl - but do yourself a favour, dig up a video of the last two minutes of that game, because that was possibly the greatest two minutes of football ever. (Even though the Pats lost. Boo, hiss, Giants suck.)

As penance, here's the second-greatest two minutes of football ever. Back in 1982, the annual college-football grudge match between the University of California (in navy-blue and yellow) and Stanford (in white and red) produced an implausible last-gasp play. With four seconds left on the clock, and the marching band already taking the field, Cal had one last shot at winning. To this day, they still call it "The Play".

Here's another clip with some more background on The Play and The Game.

The Stanford quarterback, by the way, was a guy named John Elway. He went on to become arguably the greatest quarterback ever.

Singapore's Road Rules - as taught to me by taxi drivers

Or: Why I Haven't Bought That Lotus Elise Yet.

One of the nice things about Singapore is that you don't need to own a car. Taxi rates are dirt cheap, and the island is so small that you'll hardly ever take any long trips. (The zoo: about $15. Anywhere in downtown: $7. Even the airport's only $25 from the city.)

So I spend a lot of my time in the back of taxis. And here's what taxi drivers have taught me about the road rules in Singapore:

  • Contrary to popular belief, the lane markings are not there to drive between. They're there to line up with the Mercedes star on the bonnet;
  • Where there's no speed limit sign, there's no speed limit. This especially applies on Cecil Street, the five-lane arterial street right through the CBD, which seems to have a speed limit of 120;
  • Queueing at taxi stands: when the sign says "Space for 1 Taxi", this means that only one taxi can be in the space at any one time - but five or six can idle behind and beside it, snarling the two left-hand lanes for hundreds of metres;
  • Mobile phone headsets are allowed, but must be used properly. Bluetooth headsets must be left under the driver's side seat so that when the driver's phone rings, he has to fish around for it under the seat, jam it in his ear, adjust it, and then answer the call. Wired headsets must be looped around the rear-view mirror; when a call comes in, the driver must unloop the headset, untangle it, jam it in his ear, adjust it, and then hold the microphone bit up to his mouth while talking and driving.

Some visitors to Singapore have asked me whether the blinkers on taxis are purely ornamental. This is a slight against taxi drivers, and I'll hear none of it. The blinkers on taxis - in fact, on all Singaporean cars - are used to indicate that you're driving straight ahead.

It's also considered polite to turn your blinkers on half a kilometre before making a turn. Using them to indicate that you're changing lanes, though, is strictly prohibited and nobody does it. (I'm not making that last bit up. On the way back from the airport this morning, my taxi was nearly sideswiped by an idiot in a silver Camry who changed lanes without indicating - or looking.)

And one special taxi rule: The Customer Is Always Right.

The driver will always ask you which route you want to take, even if you're clearly a newbie tourist, a dog-tired expat who's just been bundled off a plane at one in the morning, or on your way to work at the largest and most visible building in the CBD. This is in fact a geography quiz, part of a Singaporean government campaign to improve people's general knowledge. If you don't give the correct answer, they will take you by the route you suggest, even if it's longer; if you give no answer at all, they'll pick a random route.

(Someone less charitable than me might suggest that this is because none of them know where anything is.)

October 25, 2008

Oh, The Places You'll Go

The departures board in Heathrow Terminal 3 is a buffet menu of interesting holiday spots. Problem is, if I stare at it for too long I start imagining which flights I could board instead of SQ317 to Singapore:

  • VS019 to San Francisco (a city JRE has rhapsodised about many times before);
  • AA105 to New York (of course);
  • AC861 to Halifax in Nova Scotia;
  • SK532 to Stockholm (a bargain after the Swedish krona's plunge this week);
  • TS428 to Ashgabat... where?

Even Ashgabat would probably be more fun than heading home to Singas. Ah well. There's always next weekend.

October 24, 2008

It's always different this time.

An artefact of the boom years.

(And he still has two-and-a-half months to go!)

October 23, 2008

FAIL

Reuters presents a photogallery of people falling over.

American Banned-Stand

Each year, the American Library Association celebrates Banned Books Week. In their own words:

Banned Books Week: Celebrating the Freedom to Read is observed during the last week of September each year. Observed since 1982, the annual event reminds Americans not to take this precious democratic freedom for granted.

Firstly: here's a list of some famous books that other people don't want youto read.

Here, from the ALA's website, is why Banned Books Week is important. Also, the "most-challenged" statistics: who's this "Mark Twain" bloke? He's obviously a filthmonger, and his books should be pulled from the shelves. Won't somebody think of the children?!

A library in Virginia set up an interesting display for the last Banned Books Week - people sat behind a glass window and read banned and challenged books. Shocking!

And related, from Indexed: a succinct explanation of why banning books never works.

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