Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Keane Live in Hong Kong - 11th August 2009



Setlist
The Lovers Are Losing
Everybody's Changing
Bend and Break
Strangers
Again and Again
This Is The Last Time
Spiralling
Your Eyes Open(Tom Solo)
Try Again You Haven't Told Me Anything
Leaving So Soon?
Nothing In Your Way
You Don't See Me
Perfect Symmetry
Somewhere Only We Know
Crystal Ball

Encore:
Atlantic
Is It Any Wonder?
Bedshaped

Encore 2:
Under Pressure (Queen cover)

Monday, November 2, 2009

Coldplay Live in HK - 25th March 2009





Setlist
Life In Technicolor
Violet Hill
Clocks
In My Place
Yellow
Glass Of Water
Cemeteries Of London
42
Fix You
Strawberry Swing
God Put A Smile Upon Your Face (techno version)
Talk (techno version)
The Hardest Part (Chris piano, Will)
Postcards From Far Away (piano instrumental)
Viva La Vida
Lost!
Speed Of Sound (acoustic)
Death Will Never Conquer (acoustic - Will vocals)
I'm A Believer (Neil Diamond Cover - acoustic)
Viva La Vida (remix interlude including Coldwave)
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Politik
Lovers In Japan
Death And All His Friends
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The Scientist
Life in Technicolor ii
The Escapist (outro)

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Hot, Hot, Hot.....

Well, as of the time of posting I am nearly half way through my 2 week business trip to the UAE, during the hottest months of the year, not that I am counting the time down, not at all ;). I have been visiting the world’s largest construction site on and off for about four years now in the pursuit of winning new work, and the first project we tendered here is still not finished.




To be fair, it is the world’s tallest building (well it will be for a while anyway until they build another taller on somewhere in Dubai), but I do recall that it should have been finished by now. I also recall having a rather vocal difference of opinion (yes, most unlike me) with our JV Partner’s project manager at the time who wanted to take 3 months off the construction period!

The first night was spent in the relative comfort of the Dusit Dubai, where the very nice staff upgraded me to a suite – overlooking the above building site. Having said that, just about every hotel room in Dubai overlooks a building site.



After dropping my bags off I headed down to the bar, (which unfortunately had been downscaled and relocated since my last visit), for a quick couple of beers, to help me sleep later of course. Halfway through my first glass I happened to notice a Russian lady at the far end of the bar, with died black hair, who appeared to be staring rather intently in my direction, all the time. I then spent the next 30 minutes trying to look everywhere except in her direction, however, a little like being drawn to steal a glance at a accident when driving down the motorway when you know you shouldn’t, I would occasionally look up to find that her gaze was still fixed towards me. So after being stared down, I decided to drink up and turn in for the night.

The next day was full of meetings in Dubai, after which we headed off down to Abu Dhabi, which was to be our base for the next couple of weeks. Our driver eventually managed to locate our hotel after stopping in the middle of the road on a couple of occasions to ask for directions, oblivious to the cars honking all around us.



Our hotel, Le Meridien (not Le Royal Meridien I hasten to add and part reason for the confusion in locating the place), is perfectly adequate for our needs, if not being the plushest of establishments. (After doing my homework before the trip I noted that this hotel appeared to have the most number of bars on the premises, so I booked it up). Food is acceptable, with a few local delicacies to tempt those with an adventurous palate. Whilst considering my self fairly adventurous I admit that I have not quite talked myself into trying the sheep’s brains at dinner, or pouring camel’s milk onto my cereal of a morning, but you never know, I still have a week to go and boredom may just get the better of me.



Work wise, I have been making the trek up and down the Sheikh Zayed Road back and forth to Dubai on several occasions, as well as spending some time on our project site whilst the our team get geared up for the works. The site is located in the middle of the desert somewhere on the outskirts of the city, not too far from the airport (which is about all you can see from the site apart from sand and a few cranes). Having seen the cabins we have delivered to the workplace I am rather thankful that the Client is letting us base ourselves in their offices for a while whilst we get set up, which has such creature comforts as air conditioning and toilets. Fortunately, on my first day there I managed to avoid what, I am quite sure, would have been a major faux pas. After locating the male washrooms within the complex I noticed a long tray with silver splash back, out of which I noted taps were mounted about three foot off the ground, which I assumed was in lieu of an auto flush mechanism, what with the project being environmentally friendly and all. I also noticed a long bench just in front of the tray which puzzled me somewhat, not knowing whether you were supposed to stand on top, or in front, or whether this was provided so that you could have a sit down – just in case you became tired during the process.

Just as I was considering where to stand I happened to turn and note that behind me there was a prayer room, at which stage I realized what the facility as for. No harm done, I walked around the partition and found the conventional conveniences.

Our driver, whilst being very safe, is not great it as to be said at knowing his way around town (either Dubai or Abu Dhabi). Unfortunately, when you ask him do you know where so and so is, you receive a yes, yes, I know! It soon becomes apparent that he quite often he does not, and, therefore getting to meetings on time is rather hit and miss. Unfortunately yesterday this resulted in me being 30 minutes late for a lunch meeting with our MD who was over from Hong Kong, the Client, and our local business partner – after he decided to ignore my directions. Each journey is rather reminiscent of one of these reality TV shows where participants are frantically trying to get their driver, who does not understand any English, to the next destination before being eliminated.

Challenges aside, I have managed to kick back every now and then.I have been able to catch up with friends at a bar in Dubai overlooking a ski slope, where, four years earlier, I was working out of the site offices on the tender for the Burj Dubai, whilst the project was under construction. I have also managed to have a quick dip in the hotel pool, in amongst the holidaying Europeans who seem intent on permanently damaging their skin through over exposure to the rather aggressive sun, in between taking in the beach view out across the oil refineries, the bridge under construction and high rises being built on the reclaimed islands in the distance.


Thursday, June 26, 2008

Rude Awakening

I have never really been much of a morning person. For some unknown reason I generally prefer the comfort of my bed to waking up and getting up ready for work – which I normally put off until the last possible moment. Our normal routine sees Darling getting up about an hour before me in order that she can get herself ready for the day ahead, and when necessary (which is most days) give me a shout or two to make sure I eventually get up on time.

This routine has served us well, pretty much, which is why I was somewhat startled today when I eventually stirred just before 9:00am – about 1 ½ hours after my “if I don’t get up now I’m in trouble” threshold, realising that I was at least an hour late for work. To make matters worse I recalled that I had an 8:30am meeting scheduled with the Managing Director, for which I was now already 30 mins late!

I came into the lounge to find Darling curled up on the settee, cuddling a cushion, sound asleep with the radio on. At this point I barked that we were very late and how could she have let me oversleep when I had such an important meeting arranged (of course, the fact that I had slept through two alarms and various hits of the snooze button did not come into consideration). To her credit there was no sharp (and well deserved) retort, just a nod in the general direction of the window, at which point I recalled the T8 typhoon warning signal had been raised the night before and was obviously still in effect – meaning that work was off, everyone should stay indoors and not venture out until advised by the weather observatory that it was safe to do so. The reason I had not been woken, bless, was to let me make the most of the unexpected lie in, whilst she kept half an ear out for any signs that the warning signal had been lowered.

Nothing of the incident was mentioned until this evening when, just before dinner, Darling inquired with an innocent smile whether I had realised that when I got up this morning the T8 signal was in effect. In retrospect I got off fairly lightly, however I am sure I will get the chance to make it up to her – perhaps by splashing out on an extra spa treatment or two whilst we are down in Hua Hin for the weekend!

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Macau Day Out

After spending the last 6 months of 2007 working in Macau I have not been overly fussed recently to use a valuable day off to visit the place, however when I had some friends overe recently from the UK a day's sightseeing was in order. With my tourist guide umbrella firmly in hand, we headed off round the city to see the sights, on what was probably the hottest day of the year to date. The tour took in the usuall must see sights (well of the PG13 rated tour anyway) stopping at Centro, the ruins of St Paul's Cathedral (why only one wall ever remained standing is still beyond me), the Fort, Tin Hau Temple, Fernando's (for what turned out to be breakfast, lunch and dinner), Macau Tower for the world's highest bunjy jump (not me - this time), and finishing off with a look round the Venetian and MGM Grand (there was no way I would let them get away without a vivit to the latter). Assorted pics are posted below and a fuller collection will be uploaded to the photo blog section when I get the time.




Saturday, April 26, 2008

Only came outside to watch the nightfall in the rain….





One of my biggest passions (obsessions) in life is music, always has been, and since the early 80’s this has been further fuelled by going to see bands play live. From my first gig (Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark at the Hammersmith Palais) onwards I have been hooked, and witnessed hundreds of performances since. These have included some truly memorable occasions such as U2 at Wembley Stadium, Red Hot Chili Peppers (supported by Moby) at the Brixton Academy, Foo Fighters at Wolverhampton Civic Hall and a number of years at Glastonbury in the mud and occasional sunshine.

Since moving to Hong Kong live performances tend to be few and far between (although this has got better in recent years) and I have tended to get tickets to whatever shows are on whenever I could. Well, just recently, I have to confess I bought tickets to see Duran Duran live – something in the past I would never have considered doing. I booked two tickets the day before the show, which turned out to be front row seats (oh dear, how embarrassing). Surprisingly the venue was outdoors which is not normally allowed here due to noise complaints from nearby residents, and, noise aside, considering Hong Kong’s unpredictable weather especially from April onwards, outdoor gigs are very few and far between. (Before I arrived in here there was one famous incident where ironically Wet Wet Wet had to cancel an outdoor show due to heavy rain!).

As the lights went down the crowd all rushed forward and we found ourselves a nice little spot up against the barrier. Duran Duran opened with a new song before going on to play some old favourites. After the second song, Simon le Bon quipped that the crowd had a better backdrop than the band, before launching into Planet Earth, when, just after he sang the opening line “Only came outside to watch the nightfall in the rain…” the sky’s opened and it started to pour down - right on cue. Darling, doing her best to hide under her cardigan, gave me the forlorn ‘shall we go?’ look, to which I responded with my ‘I’ve paid so were staying’ glance.

After 45 minutes or so, the rain stopped, and, by the end of the 2 hour show, I had more or less dried out. To be fair, Duran Duran were very good live, playing most of their hits mixed in with some new songs. The 4 out of 5 original band members gave it a good go (only Andy Taylor was missing), and I do admit that I enjoyed the show.

Motorcycle Madness






After 11 years of living in the Far East, I am not quite sure why I had never got around to visiting Vietnam up until just recently. It has not been a conscious decision to not visit, perhaps just that there has always seemed to be somewhere else that I have wanted to go, or perhaps, without realizing it, I have been a little put off by the ‘traveler snobbery’ often hearing people say how Vietnam is ‘the place to visit’ and that in comparison Thailand ‘is past it’s best’. Being quite fond of the Land of Smiles, Thailand has always had my allegiance.

So it was not until the Ching Ming holiday earlier this month, we found that there was no way we could get flights to Bangkok (Darling left it far to late to try and book anything), that we were forced to reconsider our options, and settled on a long weekend to Ho Chi Minh (Saigon) instead. Darling booked the flights, I got the visas, and we were off.

The first thing that strikes you upon arrival as you head towards your hotel is the traffic, which is generally comprised of motorcycles, thousands of them, and quite often heading in the wrong direction and straight towards you! As they are the main mode of transport in the city (there are over 3 million of them in Ho Chi Minh alone), it is not uncommon to see the whole family on a moped weaving their way past you as you snarl your way along.

Another observation with the motorcycles is that they very rarely stop, for anything, even traffic lights, including letting you cross the road. After the first couple of goes you soon get the hang of stepping out into the traffic, fingers crossed, hoping that you do not get knocked down at any moment. As you steadily make your way across the road, with eyes fixed firmly towards the oncoming traffic, the sea of bikes part either side of you (thankfully). A very sensible option is to adopt the safety in numbers approach - keeping your self as far ‘downstream’ as possible.

Motorcycles, and searing heat aside, Ho Chi Minh is a great city to explore on foot, with hidden gems of places to see which you would miss in the air conditioned comfort of a taxi. The food is excellent, particularly bowls of steaming Pho Bo (beef noodles) accompanied by a cold beer. The old style coffee shops are great, and I thoroughly recommend the ice cream to be had at Fanny.

We did the obligatory tour of the ‘Reunification Palace’ (where back in April 1975 the tanks rolled in to depose Duong Van Minh of power), visited the Ben Tanh market, took in a temple or two, traipsed up and down Dong Koi street and even managed to fit in a couple of well earned spa visits (well – we had done a lot of walking). By night, the number of motorcycles seemed to drop, just a little, and, noise aside, made for an interesting spectacle when viewed from a roadside bar. We ate at very good Vietnamese and French restaurants (no, not on the same evening) and tried out a few of the bars and clubs. Q Bar was rather cool and quite good for a more relaxed beer, whereas ‘Apocalypse Now’, complete with the ‘Charlie don’t surf!’ inscribed board above the door, was a more riotous place – much more to my liking (but unfortunately not to Darling’s).

I found Ho Chi Minh a great place to visit. I liked it from the moment we arrived and found it got better the longer we were there and the more we explored. The people were very friendly; no one tried to rip us off, the food excellent and the beer cold -what more could you ask for?

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Roosters beware!


I am not an avid follower of astrology however I happen to find that Chinese Astrology tends to be spot on (in my case) - quite often. Full of useful advice in general I found today's outlook I considered it was worthy of reproducing here. The comments regarding avoiding alcohol and spicy food are appropriate (perhaps they know I was at the 7's over the weekend), as well as resisting my tastes for luxury and avoiding the urge to spend all my money! (All valid points which are likely to go unheeded).