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To: Elroy Jetson who wrote (8703)	8/29/2006 10:53:14 PM
From: TobagoJack	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 219484

between the chaotic philippine and maurice's preferred singapore, i choose the philippines as a place of happy exile

To: Elroy Jetson who wrote (8703)	8/29/2006 11:36:45 PM
From: Maurice Winn	Respond to of 219484

Elroy, the Singapore police station is certainly a substantial affair and the Presidential Palace certainly gives a Stalinist air, complete with Stalinist grand entry, machine guns and I imagine backup inside. It's not like 10 Downing Street, which in 1974 one could walk up to, though by then they had a policeman standing outside. IRA bombings soon moved the limit to the end of the road. In 1974, one could even enter the White House. But the police I've chatted to in Singapore seem perfectly pleasant, though maybe they convert to bone-breakers in the blink of an eye, and they are well-armed. I quite like to have a bit of contact with police to see what they are like. In Beijing, they give out an air of militaristic precision, but I noticed that it's mostly a charade. Their hearts aren't in it. I think it's a good job - beats putting up scaffolding. Beneath the grim exterior, a smile is not far, though I saw some pretty nasty plain clothes pieces of work lurking around Tienanmen Square who would take a lot of pleasure in physical mangulation of anyone they chose. The police across the road from us in Saint Quentin [France] didn't seem to have any armaments. Babette chased a dog up the road one day, but didn't seem to worry about much, chatting to villagers and filling in paperwork. She did give a ticket to a car which blocked our little road so the rubbish truck couldn't get through and the blokes had to wheel the bins up the road. I took a photo which I could put in here if I knew how to do it. A four day festival came to Saint Quentin, with bulls charging through the street, rides, music and booze and people swarming, but I saw no police, no security toughs, and no problems. But there was a fair bit of rubbish strewn around and the sweepers were busy next day. It was pretty loose. The young guys could get their kicks trying to take on the bulls = putting rings over their horns, wrestling them when being run through town controlled by horses etc. Wow those bulls are quick and not too sympathetic to silly guys trying to approach. After some bull-wrestling, I guess they'd used up their energy and one guy got carried off, fairly bruised by the look of him, so he wasn't up to much trouble later. I used to take Hayes [almost 1] on rides down the hill on the moped - him standing and holding the handlebars and me sitting. We didn't have crash helmets but we got smiles, not tickets or arrest. In NZ, I'd have been arrested and heavily lectured and fined. The engine wasn't going, as it's broken, and I expect that made a difference. We were only doing walking speed. In NZ, the police would have gone nuts. Mqurice