In my previous post, I owned up to a foolish public declaration as a teenager that Creedence Clearwater Revival “shat on” The Beatles. That was essentially an adolescent rebel yell in the face of peer authority, clumsy and misdirected, but rooted in a perception that I consider legitimate to this day – that the masses are prone to stampeding. Such was the case with The Beatles. They could do no wrong. Every single was a smash hit, every album hailed a work of genius. The adulation, the mass approbation, was overwhelming and, it seemed, indiscriminate. Lennon’s wry observation at the peak of The Beatles’ fame that they were “more popular than Jesus” sparked outrage, but it wasn’t far off the mark. Continue reading We’re So Pretty, Oh So Pretty…Vacant
One of the refrains of my childhood was my father’s 6-syllable sing-song admonition, “you’re anti-everything.” That wasn’t quite accurate, but I do have to admit to an inbuilt contrariness that asserts itself at the faintest whiff of hype or herd approbation of – well, just about anything. Continue reading A Portrait of the Iconoclast as a Young Twat
When we decided to spend some time in SE Asia, we never set out to score the bargain trip of the century, but by necessity we had one eye on the budget as we researched the possibilities.
Initially, we went looking for travel agents that could offer us the best value package to Singapore, Phuket, Krabi and Hua Hin – all tried to talk us out of that combo, some even claiming that it was not possible to arrange such an itinerary. It soon became apparent that we would have to customise existing deals, which would add on expenses that would blow our budget. Continue reading Malaysia 2007 – Bang for Buck!