Crash, bang, wallop

Singapore sees the first-ever nighttime Formula One grand prix in September, and the ultra-posh Fullerton Hotel is offering packages to go and see it from the rooftop (they’re a high-octane £3,500 through www.blacktomato.co.uk). It should be a cracking view, but we’re not quite sure about the pitch: “The Fullerton overlooks one of the track’s most dangerous hairpin bends,” the hotel says proudly. Tasteful.

Hot chocolate, sinful chocolate

They’ve done gambling, booze, sex, but the big new thing in Las Vegas is chocolate. Caesars Palace has installed a 13ft imitation-choc cuckoo clock that has melted chocolate running through it and dispenses free truffles when the birdie pops out. The Bellagio has gone one better. Its new 27ft, floor-to-ceiling chocolate fountain pumps two tons of the melted ooze at 240 pints a minute. Apparently, they won’t have to change the gloop for a year. We’ll have a salad, thanks.

Titikikinikinakinoo

We’ve got to concentrate here: Peru’s newest boutique hotel is Titilaka Titicaca (the second bit is the lake it’s on). Tongue-twisting aside, it looks luvverly – 18 suites on a private peninsula, gorgeous views, minimalist rooms with heated floors and (we think this is a boutique-hotel first) a private oxygen cylinder. Well, you’re at 12,500ft. Just try saying it when you’re gasping for breath. Cazenove & Loyd (020 7384 2332, www.cazloyd.com) has a week in Peru, with three nights at the hotel, from £1,930pp.

Bling, blood, death, hair

Excitement builds around the new Ripley’s Believe It or Not! museum, coming to Piccadilly, in central London, in August: sources now confirm it will be displaying a Mini Cooper covered in Swarovski crystals, vampire-killing kits and three shrunken heads from Ecuador – and that’s on top of our favourite, the 27in hairball taken from a cow’s stomach. How can something be so pointless and so compelling at the same time? We’re camping on the pavement. You won’t find another trend like this, babe Note to Cadogan Holidays: if you’re going to make up “a new breed of traveller”, choose the name with care. “They’re savvy, contemporary, culture-seeking, 45-plus ... they’re the New Seekers!” the company says. Hmm. Readers aged 45 and up will remember the full horror of the 1970s pop combo of that name – and would sooner go to a South Pole nudist camp than be associated with them. Though the latter, of course, would be run by the Kinks.

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