Gandtee

The pic is not mine. I made a copy of the Busmar Astral sidecar and fitted to my Triumph Thunderbird. My wife, three kids and my mate on the back, did some great trips. Some horrible bugger nicked it on Mothers Day when we were about go to visit her.

Each to his own.👍

Never mind. Just let your hair down, with gay abandon. Gay. As in the original meaning. 😀

Back in the 1950s when I was riding a motorcycle combination, they were regarded as the safest means of transport on the road. Pic. Me introducing my son to motorbikes in 1960.

The same reason they still use miles and Fahrenheit.

No Brit would say' For bloody' sake. He or she would say 'For god, or, for Christ sake. And the writer does not understand 'She let her hair down. And certainly not pants. Pants for the Brits are men's underwear. I'm going to relax and have a fag. A cigarette, that is.

Don't worry. It will all go wobbly just like the cannabis and 'five yaba pills' debacles. There is a lack of forward thinking and planning in those that make decisions for the country.

I was referring to codeine.

My wife suffered acute kidney problems in the 1970s before it became a prescription drug back in the UK.

0600 every day a go for a short walk. A local dog used to have a go at me every morning when I neared its house. Barking and doing what it is supposed to do to alert the owner? After a few stare downs and a crouch down as if i was getting ready to throw a stone, it would back off, but then I changed tactics. I carried a crust of bread in my pocket and fed it to the dog when it came at me.. It ate the bread then amazingly, it ripped my leg to pieces. No. Seriously. After a couple of times doing this it still barks, but does not attempt to attack me. Maybe it's thinking 'if I'm not careful he is going to feed me that crap again.' 🙂

Severe loss of face.😆The next. Being made an offer he can't refuse.

While offering this advice, I must confess that the last, and maybe the first lady's drink I bought was way back in 1988. The bars I frequented are what I call men's bars. Not Girly, or Boys Bars, but a place where you could get a descent conversation and humour, without the hassle. The Shamrock Bar in Pattaya is a good example. Being a bit long in the tooth now, driving there is a bit/very off putting, I'm sad to say.

Maybe the answer is to slip her a Bt100 note so she can tuck it into where ever, for herself.

Give me a reason.

We are getting to the stage where as an expat, if I returned to the UK and walked around certain districts wearing a bowler hat I would have to careful about being arrested for being an openly white Englishman. What a sad and sorry place my home country has become. If I had remained in the country would my presence stopped the degeneration? Of course not. It's the elected politicians who have allowed and encouraged it. I shall never return. So sad.

But not yesterday.

But its back to normal today.

Foot soldiers!

R.I.P.😆

Are they hearsay? And I'm certainly not upset. Just making an observation.

I don't think I wrote that I got into any duels. I was referring to the everyday reports of them. All a bit like Monty Python's 'You may not pass!'

Maybe women marry policemen because it allows them to grease the wheels in the interests of their businesses?

Neither do I. But its the same with giving a flash of high beam. In the UK, it is, or was, I haven't been back in years, used to indicate to a long side vehicle that it was safe for it to pull back into your lane after overtaking. Or allow another vehicle to cross in front of you.

What is it in Thailand where just giving a toot on the horn to indicate you may cross in front of me. Thankyou for letting me pass or for any reason is considered a challenge to a duel. Using fisticuffs, pipes, machetes, or anything that comes to hand. Perhaps horns should not be fitted to vehicles driven in Thailand. Fragile egos can't handle them.

And Morgan.