The hands of the clock come together at the number 12. All is silent in the house except for the odd cicak clicking and sometimes the rather chilling human-like sound of a kitten crying. Outside home, Ahbengs are revving their mod-engines around town and the heat is on the dancefloor where skimpily dressed girls jiggle with their girlfriends and other strangers. Little kids have gone to sleep( and parents are home to accompany the icky young uns').

I love the midnights. If not out having a drink in the company of friends, it still a zen-like feeling to sit at home, quite, peace at last. No one talking nonsensically, just me and my thoughts. A bowl of Maggi. A Milo cuppa (Probably the reason I'm balooning). Some nonsense program on TV or surfing the net whilst listening to every lyric of the track playing on my laptop uninterrupted by the TV or the screaming neighbour.

How I love the midnights. Don't you too.......