A ten minute to midnight last post of the night, still fantasising over a 6 hour photograph and first meeting with Fatima Whitbread's big brother, possibly waiting up for 'Cindy' to arrive back highly intoxicated together with wife...
Out of interest, Where did you wake today with penis in hand?
I think since the strict prohibition of alcohol and pegboys on these rigs nowadays, Staines is most likely to be contained to tent up and pulling one off very slowly on the bottom bunk![]()
FFS... I find it quite disappointing that a thread dedicated to street dogs, their taming and re-homing, the trials and tribulations during the long journey from feral soi dog to loveable, trustworthy and loyal family pet, gets ridiculed in this manner. Moderation?
However, Cindy's legs don't look bad in that pic, hey!
And that is the first and last time I will ever use that emoji (?)... I know my audience.
Anyway, it was rain tonight so I sat awhile with Anna and the gang while we looked out at the veggie patch. Not a bad Saturday night in Isaan, all things considered.
I put the light on, purely for the thread, but I wasn't in the mood for it. Yes, that was a Ya Dong with my Leo... I'm trying to stay off it but the wife has pushed me to extraordinary boundaries lately and I'm only human.
One great thing about living somewhere as God-awfully, relentlessly and stiflingly boring as Korat, is that it gives you a lot of time to think. And I think a lot.
Along with Anna... she also thinks a lot. I often wonder how she received those horrific scars on her rear end, and what memories she recollects when looking out at the rain? The thunder tonight made her whimper, so it obviously brought back some bad memories.
Despite being an 'offshore tiger' and all that, I sometimes well up a bit when seeing Anna in this mood. What is she thinking?
But anyway, a new thread soon about 'International school options in Isaan', but with all my thinking lately, it's looking feasible for the daughter to start boarding in Pak Chong next year, four years boarding for IGCSEs and A levels, and then Aussie for Uni (God forbid). I will then be free to fully exploit the current offshore boom during term time, and can plan my escape from Isaan.
So, seven dogs could be looking for a temporary home...
Reg Dingle has already expressed an interest in Yogi... but I think that's purely sexual.
^ The day I start 'peeling my fries' is the day you can shoot me.
I'll put you down for Tommy and Yogi and we can discuss details later.
Actually, I've always thought that Max is a bit inbred and not quite right... would he fit in, in Brummie?
^ That's great. Max has had his balls removed as well so it would be great to find somewhere for him to fit in.
He's a bit over-qualified for Isaan.
I'll have you know, I was born and raised around the corner from the home of Chico Hamilton.
He played for Aston Villa.
A magician with the ball, he was
From South America.
Either Brazil or Argentina, we weren't sure.
But it was only a couple of minutes walk from the telephone box.
So after the five of us had taken turns listening to 'Skweeze Me Pleeze Me' on the phone, we'd walk up to Chico's place (37, Hundred Acre Road) and hope to catch a glimpse of the ball juggling maestro.
We never did.
After the internet became a thing it turned out he was from fkin Dundee and his name was Ian.
And he played for Aston Villa in the third division ffs.
A few years, later, incredibly enough, I found out the whereabouts of Cyrille Regis.
He lived in a house almost equidistant between my birthplace, and Bangkok Phil's birthplace.
Extraordinary.
So many famous people.
But I'll always be suspicious of this 'Mac Allister' bloke at Liverpool.
'That's the nature of progress, isn' t it. It always goes on longer than it's needed'. - JCC
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