This "sequel" to "Scribbles from an even smaller island" is full of expat-syndrome-writing. Ok, Mr Humphreys is an expat in Singapore, yes, but not like you and me, no. He is "special". He doesn't fit in any of the categories he has created for anyone else existing in the island. But, he seems to have found Singapore such a wonderful place that he stays writing books nobody would buy or dare to read if he lived in any other country in the World. He ignores the whole recipe to his success, which is, feeling "special" enough to write mediocrities in a country where underqualified and under-prepared foreigners like him have a go at anything feeling special and better than the other expats. Ok, being a young man (I would restrain myself to describe him as "writer") we have to allow for his over-the-top comments and exagerations, but, to what limit? The jokes wear thin once we realise this book should have been kept in a over-confident teenager's private diary. Milk the Singaporean cow while you can Neil, I am also an expat, who can blame you ?