Led Lolly Yellow Lolly

I once visited a friend in Pattaya many moons ago. His apartment was on a really high floor, 20+ or something like that. I'm not exaggerating when I say the balcony rail was knee high. Crazy, just crazy. How does something like that get past the drawing board (rhet).

TG is a joke. Comparing the airline to SQ is also comical, just look at the size of each country in comparison to their fleet size and reputation. SQ or CX are my first choices. Last resorts are TG and BA. Centara hotels are run down and mismanaged (well, family business don't you know, send the useless brother/cousin/moron to a hotel management post where he won't be any trouble). I'll only use Centaras if there are no Marriots (or any western brand) available.

I met the guy once a couple of decades ago (don't ask). IIRC he had a scar from ear to ear, I always wondered how he survived whatever gave him that scar. It always has me scratching my head when people get involved with the Bangkok nightlife 'back office' and then wonder why they're not meeting fine upstanding citizens.

A long time ago, in another life, I used to live in the darkest corners of the Mun River valley in Surin. We're talking over 20 years ago but I still remember some things like they were yesterday. Clearly I was a younger man, I used to go wondering around the forests by myself with only a slingshot and my thoughts. One of my most profound memories is walking into a clearing and coming face to face with an adult bull elephant. He looks at me, I looked at him, he just got on with whatever he was doing, I went on my way. Good to see this elephant close to being back where he belongs.

Would that be the Irish PM? (what with Biden being about as Irish as a Chinaman)

Lesson learned then. . . :thumbs-up: :hat-tip: :nod-wink:

The evidence is clear to me, his mummy made the mistake of getting into a car with a drunk driver who drove the vehicle so recklessly that he killed her and the other occupants.... Harry will be locked in his stupid little bubble, bleating on it was someone else's fault, forever. He's not a man. He a lost little boy, lashing out at the press, even his own family, and his vacuous wife is puppet master playing the worn out race card. It's pretty sad, and he even now gets the indignity of being mocked on HIGNFY. I miss Philip though. He was a good laugh.