I think armo is cute. In a boy band way.
I've been feeling unusually buoyant and cheerful today and I don't know why.
Maybe it's in anticipation of England beating France in the rugby later, or maybe of Bristol City beating Swansea, and if other results go our way, including West Brom getting stuffed by Sheffield Wednesday, us leapfrogging a load of teams to go 6th in the league which will put us firmly in play offs territory.
Yeah, maybe that's the cause of my upbeat mood?
Anyway, while I was pondering how long the wife will be away 'up country', I took a Leo down to the pond to relax a while with the dogs before cooking up lamb chops for dinner. Yes, living the dream.
No sooner had I sat down when Grab arrived. Perfect timing!
Grab and Korat Chef... making life in Korat bearable!
A pet () hate of mine is being guilted into giving a tip.
But how could I not?
I'll wager that there aren't many street dogs eating imported, upmarket crisps in Korat tonight.
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The latest member of Tem's harem was alone in our lane this morning, which was strange.
It's not only Tem who has a way with these street girls. I still have it!
And then the reason for Tem's absence became apparent... he was busy on the main road, defending his territory and girls. He's top dog along our little stretch.
Once he saw us he came to say hello, and 'Blackie Bent Ear' also miraculously appeared. It was almost as though they were expecting a treat.
And while I'm not adverse to the occasional 'al fresco' urination, that wet patch had nothing to do with me. Not in front of the daughter.
After the daughter had departed, I was led back to the house by this motley crew. I'm supposed to be doing the 'leading' but Tem seemed to have forgotten that I'm pack leader.
Incidentally, that pile of dumped shuttering and rolls of rebar suggest that we may finally be getting a concrete road... after waiting for 18 years!
I finally twigged that Tem was showing his latest girlfriend a potential house. Maybe he has plans on setting up home with her outside our back gate?
Off they went, but she definitely had a wistful look back before departing. I hope she's been speyed.
Coincidentally enough, I had one of those 'Memory' emails from OneDrive today, showing photos from this day in years gone by.
February 11th 2018, and Anna with the the departed Vigo and 'White Dog', seven years ago. The only long term survivors are those given a home.
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^ I'd never heard of it, that's why.
She's just been renamed.
So is it 'Pocaccho' as you say, or 'Pochacco' as in the picture?
We're not playing Junior Scrabble now, these things matter in real life.
Go well with yer Hello Titty T shirt and Hello Kitty Jockstrap
I was right, we're finally getting a finished road!
In another 18 years we might get mains water and drainage... if I'm still alive.
But would I really want to be? That would mean 36 years in Korat.
Jesus fukking Christ, when you see it in black and white it's really quite disturbing.
Please, someone just shoot me now.
Anyway, Tem had none of these thoughts and came for his tea after just one whistle tonight. Dirt track or finished road, he cares not.
As any seasoned Thailand captive knows, that half finished road means just one thing.
Petanque!
It's been a while but I still have the wrist action!
I was hoping that the 7-Eleven girl from the next door apartments would come to play, but no such luck.
Tem and the black puppy soon came to investigate though.
I took the first leg 13 - 10 and was well on the way to take the second and final leg, when the daughter started throwing the balls at my feet, the bugger.
That would hurt, especially on my barely healed, right 'Yogi savaged' foot.
Puppy on pitch!
No problem when I was up with my accurate throws, but I noticed he soon made himself scarce when the wayward daughter came up to the 'oche'.
So, 13-10, 13-3... the daughter was well and truly thrashed. At 13 I believe that she's too old to let win, and a complete annihilation is probably character building and good for her development. I'm still a bit pissed off that she beat me in Scrabble over Christmas, truth be known.
Selfie requests for the victor, of course!
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Last edited by Mendip; 12-02-2025 at 08:34 PM.
Talking of splendid cocks..... has anyone ever told you, you are Ange Postecoglu's doppelganger?![]()
Last edited by Reg Dingle; 12-02-2025 at 09:29 PM.
lets hope Ange Mendicoglu's team doesn't let me down tonight, i've gone large on them to smash the potters
^ I bet that Aussie consulate give Mendicoglu some looks on his passport runs. He does dress like your typical Aussie too.![]()
I don’t think he does passport runs in quite the same way or frequency as Mendy, but perhaps if he did he might smile more!
Oh, don’t think he actually makes it to the embassy?![]()
^ My up to date passports tell another story, and anyway, Broke Britain sold off the lovey embassy on Wireless Road long ago.
As an Englishman and Gooner to boot, that's quite some insult.
How about Harold Shipman? I could take that.
The compliments fly, but Ok then, still better than calling me an Aussie.
When Lola gets bored she runs off with something to try and get the others (or me) to chase her.
Last night it was a doormat. The wife bought a load of these woven mat things for some reason, more like rugs really and they are all over the place.
I told Lola that she interferes with the wife's rug at her peril.
Although the following game with Maya was fun to watch.
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