"I NO f*** YOU!" "I NO f*** YOU!" "Alright love, there's no need to shout it quite so loud'....I thought. He went on and on "I NO f***ING YOU, I NO f*** YOU!!!" With a cynical look I said to the cabby "Didn't fancy you anyway!' ha ha. Not really, I said 'Yeah, yeah, whatever you think, just give me my bag and take your money'. He'd added another 30 Ringits onto the fair to the airport because 'the traffic was heavy'.....I swear they make it up as the...

"you marry?, where you husban?, family?, you marry, you marry?" the cabby SHOUTED at me over and over. Of course, this is where I should have introduced my *mountaineer/engineer/paramedic/athlete (*delete as appropriate) gorgeous, fit, 30 something husband called Jake Gillinghall (not that I've thought about it or anything) who was meeting me in Malaysia....but me being a complete dope, I just chuckled and said "no, no husband for me". Well talk about dramatic ...

The eagle has landed.....