Wouldn't want to be paddling out on that
^^ & ^ "African Mercans" will look at it differently
Surfs Up
A salty christening for my new runners
If you need to curl one out, those runners will protect your whittle feetses when you crawl out to the surf and slip your 1970's footie shorts down and the feel salty force as it blasts your tikka masala left overs away
Just for a change it was raining on my walk in to work today. But also sunny.
The left end of that rainbow is squarely on Tony's Pizza and Pasta place.
A little further on I passed this fountain which at first sight seemed pretty run of the mill.
Until you realise just how skillful that seal's trick really is.
I see a couple of these guys scooting about every morning. This one reminded me that the draughtsman on my project is a fanatical Liverpool supporter. That helped me forget about the rain and put a smile on my face!
By now it was the right end of the rainbow aimed at Tony's... it almost seems like fate that I'll end up there again tonight.
And another. I believe these are oyster catchers? Shutree? Nev?
And I finally arrived. Some thoughtful designer has surrounded these offices with small boulders. After my experience offshore I would estimate most of these are in the 15 to 30kg category.
And that's my walk in. Back to it.
I think this is a white skate that made an appearance during a cable survey on my new project, 1100 metres down. This one had about a 0.6m wingspan.
They're brave, in Manchester the boulders would go through the windows.
You hung that there to scare off broody balcony-nesters didn't you Tunk!
Big daddy 100-for-no-loss air-to-air combat record F-15
She is a beauty with a horn-cracking undercarriage
I am currently keeping her segregated from my first-love F-15 which has been the apple of my eye and on permanent display for 6 years
I am not sure how she will feel about this stunning new bewt-on-the-block so I will introduce them slowly for 15 minutes each evening.
I feel like Mendip trying to manage his dogs.
I think the old girl senses that something has changed from the way she looks at me when I walk past with a guilty look on my face, but I want her to know that she will never be put in the cupboard even if the new younger model is in a different league at turning heads.
That went about as well as I'd expected.
Anyway, what that pic shows is a closed desk. It turns out Scoot moved the flight 4.5 hours earlier but never told me. The plane had left.
So I am not in London. I am scoffing the big breakfast at Fitzgerald's in Soi 4 and will leave on 31st, all being well.
The traffic is still busy up and down the soi. I wonder where it all goes. It is busier than I expected, enough customers to keep some places alive. The small soi that links 4 and 8 is quieter, 3 big hotels closed down there and at the end Lolita's is under renovation.
Yes, and if things get a bit staid then the location is good for a change of pace.
Used to live five minutes walk from there, fall out of bed and teach Business Writing classes in the function room there.
Would have been about 1996.
Red sky in the morning...
Wellie boot sheeps warning
^ It's a little bit up-market for me. I prefer a less salubrious and discreet location.
And anyway, I have an offshore medical to take before July, an offshore survival to take before February and a daughter's passport to renew next year. Not to mention an overdue skin check-up at Bumrungrad sometime this year... so I'm all covered.
It's the end of May and the daffodils are almost over... around three months later than back in Somerset.
And the tulips are getting towards the end.
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