Rust In Peace
On Wednesday evening I popped into D's Place
to partake of the weekly delight which is a free barrel of Bintang. Actually, I mainly went to meet M, my computer savvy friend
, who'll hopefully he'll be able to talk me out of, or through, the reformatting of my Drive C.
We commiserated with a friend whose father had recently died, but who had received the best possible treatment from the dear old NHS. M. jested that his own epitaph would be Rust In Peace. When he goes through the many security check points in buildings and airports he sets off the metal detectors.
When I can work out how, I'll post a pic of his special I.D. card with an X-ray of the nuts and bolts which now keep him together. He now has the freedom to pass through borders legally and to play pool badly.
Anyway, on the bar counter was a copy of the new glossy monthly, Jakarta24
, for expats seeking the cultural delights of this overcrowded and polluted city we call home. As a true Brit, I skipped the section on the bars and turned to Art and Culture which had this to say: "British culture has given us Shakespeare and the Teletubbies. The British Council in Jakarta conducts English classes ......... and also invites British artists to perform and collaborate with their Indonesian counterparts .......
The British Council library is in itself a treasure trove of British culture with an extensive list of books, videos and DVDs.
So, those expat Brits missing their dose of Fawlty Towers and It Ain't 'Alf 'Ot Mum know where to go. The problem is that the Council mandarins back in Blighty are rumoured to have decreed that the library is to close and that its resources should be available online.
Please e-mail me if you can manage to access their site; they seem to have been offline all week. Oh, and don't even think of trying to link through the Jakarta Embassy
site. They still have the year old URL.
It's comforting to know that the moans and groans we have about life in the tropics are virtually the same as we have about life 'back home'.