We found out from a Singapore guidebook that the Sultan Mosque was designed by an Irishman named Denis Santry. This delighted me.
“So, in Denis Santry’s salad days, when he was a young wild man living on his own, what did they call his little flat?” I asked Alec.
“What?” asked Alec, in a voice already steely with pain and resignation.
“The SANTRY PAD!”
I’m so witty.