Thanks VocalNeal, will go and get some now...
Thanks VocalNeal, will go and get some now...
I had a very bad cough. Now gone with Solmax thanks to Noelbino..
Decolgen is the Thai version of the "sniffling, sneezing, aching, coughing, stuffy-head, fever, so you can rest medicine".
Great stuff feel better already...thanks..no moan
Sitting in the Foyer where I live in BKK..waiting to go to Swampy..the staff are all nice people ..have known most of them for 6 to 10 years..its payday for them..O/T is 40 baht an hour..the cost of living has risen here..for Thai's with a small family, it must be hard..
Lavish, wasteful western lifestyle's seem so pointless..the longer you live here, things seem valueless..possessions..a burden..
Bugger..glad a purchased a second hand motorcycle..Bastard new ones..
People who change the font when posting. There is an auto font system so the posts can be read by ALL. But some continue to dick around. It's OK I just don't read them...
Sorry Cujo,
Didn't bother reading. I'll just continue to ignore stuff i can't see.
Neal's cool now...No moan.
Was pondering today whether to sign up the wife on TD and show her the Daily Moan thread.
However I later concluded that TD probably doesn't have enough storage capacity!
One of those strange days where everything is seemingly okay but, well, isn't.
Pay at the machine for the underground car-park before leaving having gone to the bank to get some money. Jolly-ho, less than 1/2Hr so free. Get into car and then can't find my car key? I just opened the door (keyless entry) so I must have it on me but can't find it. Turns up in the shopping bag I threw on the back seat. Then I can't find the parking ticket, which I also had not 30 seconds ago but managed to put somewhere while looking for the car keys. Turns up in same shopping bag, must have dropped it getting the car key.
Okay count to 10...all is okay now but the car won't start. Engine turns happily but you just know it ain't never going to start. Stop trying, get out of car, lock it, walk around it, unlock get back in and Bingo! Starts first time (I've had this trouble before on bad hair days).
Get to car park exit, put in ticket and...it's rejected. Try a couple of times but no luck. Have queue behind me but they'll all need to reverse so I can get back to the ticket machine. Several honks and toots later I manage to turn around but there are now no parking places on the top level. Double park next to parking machine and present ticket. Rejected!
Remember there is a parking attendant hut downstairs and drive back down the underground part and find a parking place. walk to the hut but it is closed with sign telling me something useful, but in a foreign language that takes a moment or two to decipher. There's a Help button on the ticket machine. Press ... it works! the guy speaks English! Hoorah! Only 2 euros and I have an exit ticket. Run to car but can't find it...because I ran to where I parked it the first time, and that meant I ran right passed it. But thankfully I was out of the car park and on my way....phew!
Get home, have a laugh with the wife on 'Line' and off to the stores to spend the dosh! Travel 20km to shop and find all the things I need to take back to Thailand. Lucky me! Get to checkout and ...shit! where's my wallet? I picture it almost immediately in the dish on the side cupboard at home...put it there on arrival and forgot to pick it up again.
I should have just stayed in bed with a few gin and tonics and forgot all about the day.
Jägermeister, you [at][at][at][at]!
^ ha, ha. There's only one word that fits that definition.
Coonts doing their daily food shop in the petrol station and holding up the queue of people waiting to pay for their petrol. They only do this because they're too disorganised to do a weekly shop at a real supermarket like normal people. Also they leave some huge family car blocking up a couple of pumps and causing a car queue as well while they shop.
Only two moans today. Wife currently cleaning house. I ask why when we have the cleaner coming in the morning. Answer. She doesn't want the cleaner to think we're dirty people.
I was given a used jigsaw puzzle from a farang. I said to the wife I think there may be a few pieces missing but I have to complete it to be sure. Wife asked me why I didn't count the pieces first to make sure. The puzzle has 1500 pieces. Bless her.
I got an internet speed upgrade but there is still only the same old boring sh1t to view.
A few weeks ago I notoiced curry stains on the right breast of one of my business shirts. Just a few drips, but oddly quite high (sort of just below where my collar bone is).
Then another shirt had the same curry stains in the same odd place. Then another.
Bloody heck! I know I haven't eaten curry while wearing all these shirts.
Then I found a 4th shirt with stains.
WTF is going on here.
Then I found the culprit. The rusty buckle on the chin-strap of my helmet. Every time I take it off, the damn rusty thing drops down onto my shirt and leaves rust stains if it's a little wet or if my hands were sweaty.
Hovering around with the cat, eh ?
My daily moan is that bane of all Thai marriages, long black hair.....it's everywhere. Is she going bald or something ?
On the subject of which :
I once got an itchy nose on the dance floor. This is common as fluff is stirred up by the fans there. But I extracted a hair from out of my nose which I had inhaled right down my gullet. I kid you not, I pulled out fully 20 cm of some chick's hair from a nostril....
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What a fooking start to the week....
6.30am it's dark, warm and i'm dreaming of mushy warm sand at the surfs edge somewhere tropical like Thailand or the Canary Isles.
I can feel my toes wriggling around in the sand and the mushyness erupting through my toes, bliss.
Wakey,wakey, what's that smell? Fook i'm still in the U.K, in the dining room en route to the kitchen and there's sloppy dog shite everywhere!
Yep that warm mushy sand oozing through my toes is actually dog shite off the worse kind.
That'll teach me to give the mut raw steak before bed.
Hope you enjoy my little anecdote as mush as i did.
Betsy off The Jetsons?Originally Posted by nidhogg
We've all had such days, I had a German Mercedes left hand drive opposite to ticket machines in UK. I had forgotten girls had broken passenger side electric wndow winder.
Exiting Sainsburys supermarketcar park in Plymouth discovered I couldn't open passenger window, nor open driver door as slot too small.
Folks amused as I climbed into back seat out the back door in again but by this time the barrier closed, finally a good Devonian did the biz.
My trousers also caught fire on a bus in Stoke on Trent, but that's another story
Bye bye all day hangover, thank you Dr Haze
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