Singapore: Muggy. And not in a steal-your-bag-way.

So i'm in Singapore for a Work Thing that i can't discuss here because it's a lovely big secret and isn't being launched for many months yet. Let's say years to really put you off the scent. Anyway, so there's editors and beauty girls and peacocks and monkeys and super-sized snails everywhere, right, because it's all tropical here and that means there'll be obscure animals that wander around as though they're on contract from the zoo and are being paid to 'act normal', but mainly what I'm noticing is that even at a resort, and even in 116 percent humidity, magazine girls will look excellent. Now this does not include me. Even though by all accounts i am a magazine girl. My hair flops and frizzes. Theirs shines and swings. My make up slides, or simply doesn't get put on. Theirs is velvety and flawless. My dresses and thongs look like they've seen Singapore 789 times already. Theirs are Prada. I could go on.

Anyway, so the toes. They've all got wild toes. One has a green big toe, then the rest are ref. One has all blue one foot, the silver the other. Then there's this girl, whom i surreptitiously snapped while she was looking at, ooh, probably a giant snail. She's gone with a spacey, disco version of the french manicure. If you look closely, she's sporting a hot pink base, then a strip of silver glitter where the white would delicately top off the nail.

Should be wrong, but it's so right on her, it's almost left.