Happy birthday, Singapore. May the little red dot continue to punch above its weight. May the Lion City keep roaring in the global zoo of united/disunited nations. Majulah Singapura, sunny island set in the sea.
Happy birthday, Singaporeans born in August, including me. Onward Singaporeans, sunny islanders who prefer not to swim in the sea.
Mark the doubly happy occasion with a new watch in patriotic colours, perhaps (pg 86).
My personal odometer crosses 16,060 days this month, of which 8030 days (and countless nights) were well-spent doing this proverbial dream job.
But the turbocharged twenty-something boy who started this motoring-journo journey has become a young old man, whose high-mileage turbocharger tends to put a slower spin on things.
Occasionally, though, the turbo turns back the clock and the original…
