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2022
A Change of Direction
Dogs and Pandemics
The Forgotten tenors
Nine Things I will Miss about Thailand
Circles
Just Do It
Ayr on a Shoestring
Oh Lonesome Me
Tipping Point
Movie Reviews
Putting Pen to Paper
A Year to Remember
A Year to Forget
10 Reasons I Cannot Go Home
China Girl
The State of Play
Veggies
Mind Your Language
New Horizons
Injustice
Honeymoon
Taxes and Death
Also-rans
Stinkhorns
Grey is the Colour
Beating Myself Up
Nothing More to Say
Better Late than Never
Staying Put
Musical Chairs
Wanderlust
A Dog's Life
A Sabbatical
A Welcome Diversion
A Guide to Business Ethics
Remembering the Austin Allegro
Our Lords and Masters
In Transit - Part 2
In Transit - Part 1
Nagging Doubts
While Bangkok Burns
An Evening to Remember
Thai Business Malpractice
The New and the Old
Christmas Lights
Groundhog Day
Singapura
Possessions
Adventure is Out There
Education
Grabbing it While You Can
A Few Ups and Many Downs
Limbo
Pack Up Your Old Kit Bag
Salmon
Bananas
Religion
Football
Grateful
Yummy
Ate Two Caesar
Swine Pie
The Thai Rollercoaster
Stuck in the Middle
There's no Regrets
Profit and Loss
Running on Empty
Getting it out Your System
National Mistrust
Bring in the Old, Out with the New
Humility
I am Reviewing, My Situation...
Wat Phrabhat Nam Poo
Today I will Mostly be Eating...
Mortality
The Thai Experience
Wat Khaowong
Reality Bites
Wat Simalais
Amazing Thailand
He Must have a Big Wand
Right Place, Wrong Time
Carousel
Tin
And it does go on
Mangos
Bring Him Home
Resurgence
Protege
Listening to my Reader.
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Just Do It
Just one week after I wrote about returning to the UK to ease the burden of visas and working in Thailand, I have booked my flights (one-way), my train up to Ayr in Scotland, and two weeks at an apartment there. I have found my old paper driving license (having lost my photo card), my National Insurance number and my birth certificate. And I read today of cricket returning to the BBC - it is all coming together.
And other things to look forward to:
- I have already received offers to visit old friends in the UK - this is an end to my hermit like existence and it's probably for the good.
- Shreddies - my favourite breakfast cereal which I have never been able to find in Thailand.
- Warm dark beer. I'll just have to remember not to put ice in it!
- Being able to drive on the roads without having a near death experience every 100m.
- Assuming the Daily Mail is not correct and immigrants have over-run the country, being able to communicate freely and easily with people (although I am in Scotland).
- Not always having to bear in mind my visa and work permit expiration dates.
- Drinking tap water. Here I sometimes wonder if I should even shower using it.
- Going to watch a cricket match.
- Comparatively decent TV to watch, especially comedy without the kiddies 'ta da' sound effects that infects the stuff here. It is like watching a dumbed down Mr. Pastry - and that's the news.
- The Prom concerts and other live classical music.
- No village announcements (we have a tannoy belting out shit music and news announcements most days at about 5 p.m. - think North Korean brainwashing).
- Windswept beaches (of course, I could live near the beach here, but most of the places near the sea are owned by the government, or are industrial ports, or are filthy or are very touristy). Luckily a lot of British seafront towns are shit and therefore empty.
- Cynicism. I don't like the Thais deference to so-called superiors, given that what they have here is the opposite of a meritocracy - lousyocracy. The British know that shit floats to the surface and treat the people at the top accordingly.
- Quiet. At least that is what I remember. Here it doesn't seem anything can be done quietly. Even a conversation between two old women can be heard a kilometre away and sounds like the aliens from Mars Attacks on acid.
- Not having the electric cables on the outside of the walls in your house (not all houses here are like this, ours is). And on that subject, having a ground connection is nice.
- Not having your neighbours open an abattoir and you can do nothing about it. (To be fair, they opened a hairdressers, but that means noise most days and cars and bikes constantly blocking our entrance.)
- No road blocks. The police here are lazy. Rather than chase after the real road traffic offenders, they set up road blocks and randomly stop cars to extort their bonus. To be honest, I haven't been stopped more than a couple of times, but I still have a sense of dread going through them.
- Workmanship. Let's say you're having a kitchen extension. You go and look at a near neighbour and see what they have had done. If it looks OK you call them and ask for a quote. They come and start work. It will be a family. The husband, for it is usually he, does most of the work, the wife does the major hauling, one daughter nurses the baby, the son sleeps all day, the other daughter goes out buying the stuff. He is quite good at building walls and plastering. Electrics, plumbing, not so good, but he'll give it a go. He is not so much Corgi registered as Soi Dog registered. That said, our kitchen extension cost about 1000 pounds for everything, about the cost in the UK for someone giving you an estimate.
- And on that subject - small jobs. You can't get people to come out and do small jobs. It is too much effort. A little bit of tile repair - forget it, you'll just have to live with it or do it yourself or find a friendly neighbour to do it.
- And on that subject - having people say 'I'm sorry, we can't do that'. Here, rather than admit that, they'll 'give it a go'. And no, it rarely works out well.
- Blackberries, gooseberries, daffodils and bluebells.
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