H&M could stand for Harrods and Mozart.

In that case it would represent the apple strudel and Earl Grey that preceded Symphony No. 40 and the quite sublime Requiem yesterday evening.

Or it could refer to Hotpot and Mee, which is what we variously had for breakfast this morning at Platinum, just off Petaling Street. Rats' tail noodles, pork, and egg in a hot bowl; and spicy pork noodle soup. With good old kopi tiam black coffee. Hot and Mighty. Two each.

Or, of course, it could refer to Hennes and Mauritz, that Swedish retail clothing phenomenon that I patronized for the first time today.

In an attempt to be Hip and Modern.

No, not really...