I've never been.
Would like to though.
Might run into (literally, not figuratively) our Terry there.
That's if he's not gone walk-a-bout in the N.T.
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Having visited the West before when you were younger, do you ever consider moving there to live?
Perth is supposed to be a really nice place; I'd like to visit there one day too.
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...although, I imagine Terry's neighbourhood looks more like this:
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(a brush of paint and a bit of roofing would fix that right up...)
Don't they have a library at your school?
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The Western world, also known as the West, refers to various nations depending on the context, most often including at least parts of Europe, Australasia, and the Americas, with the status of Latin America disputed by some. There are many accepted definitions, all closely interrelated.[3] The Western world is also known as the Occident (from the Latin word occidens, "sunset, West"), in contrast to the Orient (from the Latin word oriens, "rise, East"), or Eastern world.
Way to cock-block the troll ya dumb Hippo. :)
^ oh:)
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Is that off street view?
If theres a firemans ladder and a Coopers home brew set up there, thatll be Tezza's gaff:)
I met me wife in Perth... but hang on, why am I mentioning that in the Daily Moan thread!??
I do have a major moan about the new Istanbul airport, but it'll have to wait. Too knackered just now...
Today I decided to make some licorice sweets. I've a passion for licorice. I bought all the ingredients etc and away I went. One item I wasn't sure of was 'greaseproof paper'. My missus says she has some left over from her cake baking days and I could use that. Me none the wiser accepted her kind offer. Did all the making and pouring onto the 'grease proof' paper only to find out that the paper wasn't 'grease proof'. Now I've got a slab of 'licorice' that has paper stuck to the arse of it. Only way I can think of removing it is leave it to soak for a minute in water and hope it comes off. God bless my missus.
Hot, hot, hot, the last 3 days. Peaking at 39C today, is too hot for me, the dogs and the cat. Wife finished weeding the early crop fields thank goodness.
WTF? Do all Thais despise all farangs or what!
Shopping with wife and 2 kids, gone ahead to exchange, pass through a mate's few hundred $ topped with Thai dl, expressionless says passport, I say no have passport this good enough, expressionless says must hab passport and pushes notes back, wifey turns up, I push notes back topped with her id, yak yak kaa, kaa, yak kaa, smiles all round like they're reunited sisters as she counts out the bahts, slips them through, more yak yak kaa, kaa and I turn to say krap as we leave against the statutory death stare.
Anyone been there?
Its Dill Superrich Dill standard policy when dealing with non Thai speaking whitey's
Tried to get an emergency 20,000 Baht out the ATM on UK a debit card today. Got the message 'transaction declined, contact card issuer'. Seems the card is OK, but the shocking state of Sterling has pushed 20,000 baht to over 500 quid, my daily allowance. Never had that before.
Feel for you Mendip, and the dogs.
Carpenters coming tomorrow; Sunday.
As the place I buy woodstain at, is closed tomorrow, I had no choice but to buy today.
A light rain was falling as I drove my motorcy the three kilometers to the paint shop.
Arrived, bought the paint, reached into my pocket and I didn't have enough cash.
Off to the ATM machine just round the corner. Reached into my card pocket and......no cards.
Went home and got cards.
About a kilometre from home, I could feel a slight, rhythmic bumping emanating from my back wheel.
Damn puncture! Rode home very slowly. Swapped bike, went to the ATM, paid the paint shop and arrived home.
In the late 1990s I bought myself a Samsonite holdall and it survived 20 years of regular work trips until last year when it finally started to give up. Samsonite is expensive, but if it lasts that long its way cheaper paying the initial outlay. Last Christmas I replaced it with the latest Samsonite model, hoping it would see out my career. After only two work trips it has started to fall apart already and I may not risk a third. Wish I had just bought a cheap disposable holdall now. A shitty email was sent today...
Just paid a leccy bill at Big C and was asked for my passport and phone number. My DL sufficed.
Some sort of money laundering thing no doubt. I suppose I could have been a criminal paying off someone's electricity bill for them.
Asked her for her number and left just before the security guards arrived.
I too seemed to get through a case every 2 years, then 8 years ago i went old school with the old fashioned case of flight crews past the Carlton Airtech, bit heavier that the modern cases but you can change the seals and wheels and its not missed a beat - £99 for two
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I got a couple of 0.7mm propelling pencils from work and gave them to my daughter who has exams this week.
She comes home today with one different 0.5mm propelling pencil with a 0.7mm lead jammed in it, which I can't get out. The new pencils are gone. How do kids manage to do this stuff?
Buddha save us from bureaucratic fuckwits ! I have really had a gutful of them....
My last 3 funerals, set for 12 and bbq at 10.30 with part family present, other family and mates pissed off that they arrived to the cleaning crew; set for 1 and bbq at 4.30, some family stayed while everyone else pissed off; yesterday set for 12 and bbq at 11 after which mates started arriving. Not sure I'll bother with the next one.
What is it with those poxy air scent things ???
Checked into a hotel near Suvarnabhumi the other night and it was a total fake rose smell nightmare in the lobby and the same in the room.
Instant sensory overload and headache city.
Seems like half the places I stay in use foul scented candles and air sprays and heated pads spewing out horrible smells.
I’d rather smell the last guy’s old socks.
Presumably low class people think it’s high class to have rooms that smell like a Turkish brothel.