Showing posts with label British. Show all posts
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Monday, 20 August 2012

'The London Singapore Swing'

A friend of mine back in London alerted me to this slightly contoversial article featured in the London Evening Standard (free daily paper for you non Londoners). It addresses the aparent reasoning behind the growing migration of Brits to Signapore seeking amongst other things a healthier economic climate. I gather that the author, Simon English, has never actually lived in Singapore himself, from his use of wikipedia, and I imagine google, as a source of information, and a few thinly stretched quotes, from some handpicked stereotype bankers. English also manages to omit every other profession when weighing up his 'pros and cons of living in Singapore' foolish really when the likes of Oil and Gas and Shipping are such booming industries, and the career choice for a large proportion of Expats too. I would also urge readers of English's article that there is a 'bigger picture' to life in Asia, whilst the 'four floors or whores' may be where his chosen sources prefer to frequent, there is a large population of Expats who can see beyond the Countries boundries and look to embrace the travel potential in South East Asia, the alternate pace and of life, and (thank the lord for the Tax system here, which he lightly brushes over) the opportunity to save. Despite these areas of negligence, I thought I would share the article with you as it serves, if anything, as a (somewhat naive) insight into Singapore 'from the outside'. 


 Article by Simon english, London Evening Standard 20th August 2012


When the financial crisis really began to bite in 2008, bankers in search of career progression or, indeed, anything but career reversal realised that traditional hubs such as New York or London were no longer the only places to be.
“It’s Dubai, Mumbai, Shanghai or goodbye,” went the joke in banker circles. Move or quit — being here is miserable, they decided.
With the banking system embroiled in fresh, some would say even more serious, fiascos, a new escape route is lately presenting itself: Singapore.
Already the fourth biggest financial centre — and the second biggest casino centre, perhaps not coincidentally — Singapore boasts the highest percentage of millionaires in the world.
London bankers and traders are now being asked with increasing regularity if they want a chance to have a crack at joining them.

“Are we going in droves?” asks one stockbroker. “Well, the corporate mergers and acquisitions deal makers are certainly out there— so far this year some £33 billion of business has been concluded in South-East Asia. If you’re an M&A man, you have to be conducting your business there. There’s just no point scrabbling around in London for deals as it’s small fry stuff and everyone in Europe is sitting on their hands. In the West, our economies are burdened with debt but in Asia the cash is there and the money-making opportunities are just huge.”
It’s not just the chance to cash in that is appealing, it’s the chance to escape the mire around the Square Mile.
Singapore is where the growth is, and where the optimism is heading.
So this mini exodus is only likely to grow as the squeeze on the City gets tighter, as calls rise for regulatory reform and clampdowns on pay.
Adds the same broker: “You would think any banker worth his salt would have stuck two fingers up to George Osborne with his 50 per cent tax and his refusal to bat for us in Europe and headed out East by now, wouldn’t you? Singapore charges a top rate tax of 20 per cent. Why would you hang around in London?”

In preparation for the Singapore boom, Standard Chartered — presently in the news for one or two minor US difficulties — built the largest trading floor in Asia last year. Tower 1 at the Marina Bay Financial Centre covers 513,000 sq ft over 24 floors of gleaming screens that house 4,000 wheeler-dealers.
“A vibrant and extraordinarily successful city,” says Standard Chartered chief executive Peter Sands. “Strategically placed at the heart of this new economic super-cycle.”

What’s Singapore like as a place to live? The consensus seems to be that it’s safe, rather heavy on police presence and low on ironic banter. No one talks back to the boss. No one talks back to anyone, in fact.
The night life? A trader from the grubbier end of the stock market who spent two years there a while ago turns misty eyed. “My abiding memory of Singapore is a knocking shop that I was taken to by my brokers called the ‘Four Floors of Whores’. It will live with me for a very long time,” he says, drifting off.
This fantastically dubbed place is actually situated in a retail and entertainment complex, which is raided by police on a regular basis in a bid for a respectability that seems to remain out of reach.
It houses a range of bars full of alluring women more than happy to be bought a drink. But be careful, hot shot: other price tags shall also apply.

It is evidently a popular destination, though you should avoid floor three unless lady-boys are of interest.
The Four Floors seems indicative of a slightly wider phenomenon. Because Singapore society is so controlled, there is a reaction to this behind closed doors. Some go absolutely nuts, by several accounts. The phrase “extreme sexual deviancy” crops up more than once, but it seems to be the sort of thing that everyone knows about but only discusses after they have left the country.
Singapore’s clear ambition is to usurp Hong Kong as Asia’s leading financial centre, and for it the scandals in New York and London are nothing but good news.
Singaporean authorities are said to be delighted at the public fist fight between the two top finance centres, thinking they can only benefit from the fallout.
But it seems the real power players don’t want to base themselves there, no matter what.
Says the grubby trader: “Singapore is a dull place to be, the Four Floors aside. The local culture is insular and the way they treat women is a disgrace. Top bankers are cosmopolitan and urbane, there’s just no way they would base themselves at such a bland island. Sure they’ll jet in, do the deals and get the advisory fees, but it will be transacted in London or New York wherever possible with the absolute bare-minimum of face time in Singapore.”

So the boss leaves his 25- to 35-year-olds living in company apartments to do the leg work. Then he gets out of town to see his children, who are getting the best education money can buy at Knightsbridge in London or Battery Park in New York.
Singapore is a democracy, sort of, where the People’s Action Party has won every election since 1959 and favours, says Wikipedia, “collective welfare over individual rights such as freedom of speech”.
One young banker out there and enjoying it says the social life is “fun but controlled. That basically sums up Singapore for me — it’s a little too controlled.
“You can have a good night out but it stings the wallet big time and the head the next day. I think it’s the combination of being in air-conditioning all day and then boozing alfresco in the heat. This results in massive dehydration and the ultimate hangover. I do miss a good old English boozer.”
Foodie bankers say that back in the 1990s everyone would bang on about how great the food and restaurants were in Singapore. London has more than caught up since. The Fat Duck is better than the Peking Duck in Marina Square, says my restaurant guide.
One thing Singapore seems to be missing — this could be good or bad, depending on your point of view — is any sense of guilt over the financial crisis.

According to a City banker, one Singaporean who moved here to work complained that he felt “victimised” in London. If anyone was to blame, it was the regulators, he felt — he personally was merely doing what he was supposed to do: get rich as quickly as he could. He moved back, sharpish.
What’s the best age to be there? The answer seems to be between 28 and 40. At the young end of that range, you head over to Hong Kong when you want fun; later on, those with children have cheap live-in helpers in fabulous condos that come with pools and gym facilities. It is convenient and slick, geared towards making getting to the office and staying there easy.
Says another banker: “Singapore’s a great place to be at the start of your career and you can’t believe your luck when you land the first-class, one-way ticket out there, but you soon grow up and you find yourself in economy longing for the Square Mile, its bars, its vibrancy, its class and the characters on the trading floor.
“Would I go again? Forget it. Would I go to Tokyo? You betcha …”
So should you take that Singapore job offer? Why not. It’ll be fun for a couple of years. Just don’t get stuck there. London will always be where it is all really going on.

The first rogue trader in the islands
British bankers off to Singapore are following in the steps of a pioneer. Nick Leeson was losing fortunes for banks before it became fashionable.
As the star trader at Barings Bank’s Singapore arm — until his gambling led to losses of £800 million and the ruin of a British institution — Leeson warmed to everything it has to offer. Then he ended up in a brutal jail.
“I thought it was a wonderful place to live,” he tells the Standard. “I’m sure it has only got better. I’ve seen two sides to it, though. There’s the nice ex-pat living and then there’s the more authoritarian side.”
He adds: “Everyone has an ID card. If you get caught at the age of 12 smoking marijuana, that goes on your card. The system is successful, but the prison population is very young; everyone was a drug offender. There is a focus on punishment rather than rehabilitation.”
The upside?
“There are a lot of good-looking women. It is warm. There are a lot of different cultures. It is a competitive environment to bring up kids though. The focus on being successful is intense.”


Make of that what you will...
Speak Soon
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Sunday, 5 August 2012

LONDON OLYMPICS 2012

Generalising Singaporean coverage of the Olympics would be difficult. In an age dominated by social media and online news, the coverage, results and opinions you are exposed to, digest and then presumably regurgitated loudly across the pub on a Friday night, are essentially the ones which you choose to surround yourself with.

Picture courtesy of the DailyMail

When you go online to check the news, it will be the homepage of your favourite broadsheet or news channel that I imagine you  visit by default. For me, being British it's unsurprisingly the BBC. So if you were to ask me "what my exposure to the Olympic being in Singapore" has been like, the honest answer would be "pretty much the same as at home". I admit, we channel hop to follow the British athletes, however surely I am only being as biased as anyone else would be in supporting their home nation, regardless of their viewing location.

Hungeree.com

With the local television and chatter in the office it I have maintained an awareness of how Singapore is doing (recently relatively well in the Table Tennis) however, this is the truth. Being an expat does not necessarily install a new sense of adopted national pride within you, and as much as I love Singapore, my channel surfing is not dictated by the movements of their team. 

The fact is that being removed from your home country reignites a deep burning sense of patriotism. Despite the moaning about the potential disfunction the olympics would bring to London the messages coming from within supported by the proud, positive coverage by the national news is heart warming. Similar vibes of national pride transcended around the Jubilee, but messages and the memories  were of a different nature. Celebrating the success of our country in hosting such a prestigious event (despite some initial set backs) exposes elements of British culture that do not usually get enough airtime. The architecture and landscape of London and the surrounding areas, that encapsulates the athletes in  history and nature as they push themselves to new extremes alongside highly skilled rivals from around the world, the skill, successes and professionalism of so many athletes hailing from what is in comparison to the rest of the world, such a tiny country, and the coming together of British people to celebrate, support and congratulate in good spirits, come rain or shine without the need for riots, violence and alcoholism. These factors combined, integrated with many others, make for a place that we are openly routing for and proud to call home.

so once more, just for the record. COME ON TEAM GB!

Oh how did this picture slip in?


Some Facebook Statuses from this weekend that sum up the general feeling in London on Saturday 4th Aug 2012, they may get lost on our news feeds, the congestion may be a pain when going to work, but remember this is how you all felt when it mattered...

Soggy and wet but still excited for the marathon!!!

Just saw Usain Bolt race 100 meters... Win!!! My life is complete!!

Come on GBR

Bloody love being British. What a day. Why would Scotland ever want to leave this?

The streets of London are literally Paved with gold.

Raining Gold

Loving watching the Equestrian section, go team GB!

Beyond excited for the Murray match today!!!!!!

Olympics woooooo shaking with excitement

Looking forward to the athletics tonight... Bring on the 100m final Bolt!! @TeamGB

I want an Ennis 6pk, any tips?

JESSICA ENNIS. Amazing. So proud to be British!!!!!

Absolutely amazing day to be British!

Made it to the Olympic's, flag donned as a cape. Now where's the face paint?!! Come on Team GB!!

These olympics have inspired me to end my lazy ways and take up a new sport

London 2012. I will never forget. @TeamGB



Even street artists have been bitten by the olympics bug. See some of the incredible work below
(pictures SingaporeStomp)












May we maintain this astonishing momentum 

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Friday, 8 June 2012

Cool Britannia


It's been a pretty good week at work. Passed a test which I didn't know I had, made it in on time everyday (ok except Friday) and did my first deal woohoo! This was good as I am on a 3 month induction period  getting everything set up so wasn't under too much pressure to make any money, but managed to squeeze my first one in during the 4th week. I rewarded myself with a wine...and shoes.....and a few dresses...as one should.

Then the week culminated in 'Jubilee Day' on Friday. We were all encouraged to wear colours from the Union Jack in appreciation of the Queeny, ok yes it was a week late but I'm sure Liz appreciated our efforts.  
a sneaky peek inside the ladies loos

As you can see I didn't hold back managing to incorporate all 3 colours, I unfortunately lost out on the best dressed competition to a man in a red shirt, Union Jack socks and a comedy bow tie. You can never compete with a comedy bow tie, he was a worthy winner.

Here are some more snaps from the day

4 of or fabulous secretaries, Lissy on the right is my Hero
FS Front office girls 
Me and Aussie Jen, committed to the cause
My Boss, Legend!


!!Cupcakes!!






 A little snippet of Jubilee fun times , I managed to smuggle some cakes home for Brad in a shoe box, girlfriend points for me! We then headed out on Friday night Chinese with a Friend of Brads and his wife who have been out here for a few years. Brad made me go home and get changed first :( the flag get up was under appreciated. All in all pretty good Friday, the red wine hangover this morning however is not.

Lots of things going on this weekend, will keep you posted.

Now, where's the paracetamol.
XXX

Thursday, 7 June 2012

Chuckles

In the wake of the Jubilee or to quote Charlie Ringrose, as the nation goes into "Jubilation Hibernation" I have felt compelled to appreciate all things British, and its not just Liz that has been the centre of attention of recent, we must not forget the efforts of Englebert Humperdink, flying the flag for our Kingdom over in Baku for Eurovision 2012. Ok so I realise I'm a week or so late with this coverage, but i'm feeling a bit patriotic.



Ok not that patriotic. Englebert tried his best, and he didn't come last so kudos for that. However the shinning star for me this Eurovision was the entry by San Marino, sang by David Walliams Valentia Monetta, the media savvy, sure crowd pleaser "The facebook Song" In an absolute crime against humanity and all that is cheesy about Eurovision (or because their army is too small) San Marino unfortunately did not make the final, however with thanks to the internet, their genius can still be enjoyed by all. Witness the magic below.




Great? Yes It's incredible, but unfortunately the chances of victory were being ripped from the hands of San Marino even before they made the semi finals. As this song was BANNED, yep you heard me, banned, the actual entry that they brought to the table was aptly renamed "The Social Network Song" But why? I'll tell you why. Because apparently there was a particularly unsubtle plug for a certain website trending throughout the song. San Marino were given DAYS to amend this. Were they going to sacrifice a catchy chorus? No. Were they willing to buy in a new act? Hell no Were they going to waste such a high budget video and pretty face? Don't be a ridiculous! Instead San Marino used their national initiative. San Marino removed every mention of the word 'Facebook' from "The Facebook song" 


follow the link to see the results. Mind blowing.

On that (auto tuned) note. I shall bid you farewell for the evening. We have Jubilee appreciation day at work tomorrow, everyone must wear red white and blue. I'll be sure to get some pics.

Speak Soon
XXX