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Returning Home - Again

The God Illusion

Going Home


A Change of Direction

Dogs and Pandemics

The Forgotten tenors

Nine Things I will Miss about Thailand


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


Mind Your Language

New Horizons



Taxes and Death



Grey is the Colour

Beating Myself Up

Nothing More to Say

Better Late than Never

Staying Put

Musical Chairs


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



Adventure is Out There


Grabbing it While You Can

A Few Ups and Many Downs


Pack Up Your Old Kit Bag







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


I am Reviewing, My Situation...

Wat Phrabhat Nam Poo

Today I will Mostly be Eating...


The Thai Experience

Wat Khaowong

Reality Bites

Wat Simalais

Amazing Thailand

He Must have a Big Wand

Right Place, Wrong Time



And it does go on


Bring Him Home



Listening to my Reader.



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What would I be here; 3 years old maybe? I have no knowledge of where this photo was taken. This was where the adventure would begin. My Mum stayed at home, looking after me, my Dad was in the REME (Royal Electrical and Mechanical Engineers) and would have been abroad somewhere. I loved it when he returned home, loaded with presents for the two us.

My Mum taught me to read and write before I started school, and I'm sure it was that, and my subsequent love of books that gave me the modicum of intelligence I have now. My Mum had a heart valve defect which meant she couldn't have more children, and it was being an only child, I believe, that helped give me my independence and free-thinking.

My first company in the UK. We would have already been running it for a few years now and this was taken in Southampton where we leased this building (for 21 years!) prepared to take on the world. We lost. So I returned to regular employment until, for the sake of my blood pressure, Ploy suggested I start my own company again. But this time I've always worked from home, dreaming of having my own workshop again.

Later this year, when I return to the UK, once again I will be renting an office for our company, only this time hopefully I won't make the same mistakes as before.

This is Jumpa. This is my first Thai girlfriend. Studying hard at college I decided I needed a holiday during the summer break. I narrowed it down to either the Maldives or Thailand. I chose Thailand. This relationship, in the days before the Internet and Skype (about 1980 I would guess) petered out, but my fascination with the Far East would stay with me and got revitalised when Philips started sending me to Taiwan, to Singapore, to South Korea and to Japan. Until now. Now I am returning to the UK.

When I separated from my first wife I moved into a bedsit. I could have afforded something better but couldn't find the energy to do anything about it and in any case, I was travelling a lot then. But then I met Ploy. I rented a two bedroom apartment, started taking care of myself better and bought a new shirt.

In two months time I will once again be renting a one bedroom apartment. There is no need for anything more extravagant until Ploy joins me, and without any credit rating, everything will have to be paid for by cash so best to keep the costs down.

This is my best friend Steve who I have known since I was 11. This would have been taken in 1973 or thereabouts. One of the problems with travelling around the world is not making new friends. In any case, nothing can replace your childhood friends. It will be great to see him and his family again, as it will to see all my old friends in the UK, assuming they are still alive and want to speak with me.




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