The trouble with Shenton Way is that after you’ve hopped your way several times through the rabbit warren that is Raffles Place MRT you still cannot find a place that can make you a decent cup of tea. When I am Queen, there shall be mobile tea stands all over the CBD, provisioned with real cups and temperature-controlled water receptacles, and manned by persons who have passed a rigorous exam in leaf-brewing, not halfwit coffee drinkers who think making tea is sloshing some too-hot water over a shabby teabag.Also, today I discovered there is a veritable maze of passageways on a lower floor of a certain shiny new building that leads, confusingly but inexorably, to the dedicated document service center of A Certain Firm, where letters and cause papers and bundles of documents are being thrust back and forth over buzzing reception counters, not unlike the GPO of Moist Von Lipwig, minus winged hats and golden suits. Did you know the Glossy Upper Floors of the Reception Suites squatted over this den of drudgery? (Not that there isn’t drudgery upstairs; except that the enslavement of junior lawyers everywhere is more visible and, as legend has it, more grisly. Kiss me Hardy, she declaims, stumbling into doom.)
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