And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger...

Day 4 and 112.5 kilos.

Yesterday morning was spent absolutely focussed on writing the first three posts of the blog and whilst on the topic, if you are interested in reading more, then please sign up so that my posts go automatically to your inbox (at least I think that's how it works).

My focus is sharp at the moment and more to the point this is highly unusual - I don't seem to be distracted by anything and as a consequence it is easy to get things done. Physically - I felt great all day apart from a dull headache last night. The hunger pangs are still there but less frequent and not as intense. My energy levels were up to the extent that I went for a bicycle ride (a gentlish 10 kms with a sprint of 150 metres) in the afternoon but curiously and despite the fact that I am drinking more than 6 litres of water every day - I didn't sweat. Consider further that I am in Singapore which is only one degree 15 minutes north of the equator and the most humid place that I have ever been and it seems even more strange. I was tired and hot when I got back but generally I was feeling excellent.

Yesterday evening was spent with the chief (Asya) messing around with the blog's aesthetics and correcting the last mistakes of the CV document which I will start to publish today. I went to bed at 11pm still full of energy and lay awake for at least half an hour. When I awoke this morning, it was 6am and I was bright eyed and bushy tailed - really, I felt fantasic. I feel thinner, energised and stronger for some reason. These are all the positive effects (and don't forget the weight loss). However there is one rather unpleasant side effect.

I think that my wife married the right person for her. She will admit to her imperfections - one of which is that she can, on rare occasions, transform herself into an unhinged, crazy, psychopath. Now for those of you that know me you may remember that I do have a temper which can show itself and it's usually proved by either frustration or bad manners. It seems that I am a little further out there at the moment - OH MY GOD, I'M ANGRY!!!!

At anything! I snapped at Asya last night whilst she was helping me, I snapped at her again this morning and wife, I'm sorry for that but the madness is upon me. After dropping her at work this morning, I was riding home and came across my old nemesis - a Singapore taxi driver. I appreciate that this is slightly off topic however if I write it down, perhaps this will be catharsis for me and calm me down.

So I ride a motorcycle and I'm travelling along a 3 lane highway and I'm in the middle lane and I see a Toyota Crown taxi in the lane in front of me with an "uncle" (a polite way to call an older man in the east) hunkered down behind the wheel - he indicates left and then moves handsomely into the right hand lane. Stupidly of course and perhaps fooled by the fact that he had signalled left, I had sped up to overtake on the right hand side. He had no idea I was even alongside him  despite my honking horn I came within a whisker of being crushed between him and the central reservation - it's the closest call I have had on my motorcycle ever. I was somewhat put out by this and through various facial expressions and gestures, I made this clear to him as I drew along side. What was his reaction? He pulled his car to a halt in the fast lane! Way to go from the "professional" driver!

Singapore taxi drivers. I know that I shouldn't isolate any particular group to point a finger at but these guys need to be told. On my bicyle I have had one accident in Singapore when I was knocked off  - by a taxi cutting me up. Almost every time I see a road accident in Singapore - there's a taxi involved. Last week I saw a two car smash - both were taxis. And here's an absolute classic about Singapore taxi drivers: One hails a cab, the cab comes to a halt in front of you with the window down and the doors locked. The Uncle peers up at you and asks "where you going ah?" "Bukit Timah" I respond, "cannot lah." and he drives off! Now surely, SURELY, that is not the model! SURELY what he is actually supposed to say is "no problem, jump in sir and make yourself comfortable"?  And then once you actually do manage to secure the services of one of these buffoons, invariably you get the driver who prefers to whisk his customer to the destination by pumping his accelerator as though he's tapping his foot to a beat. The end result is that you are green and ready to spew when you get to where you are going. WHY do they do this? Is it the Singapore way? Do they think that they are saving fuel? Do they think it is more comfortable for their victims ...I mean passengers? Surely if they drive a cab for twelve hours a day (which they're more than ready to tell you about) they could learn to do their job better?

This hasn't really helped to be honest - it's just reminded me how ANGRY they make me feel. So that's one drawback to a fast.