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Best yet, so far, as of now.... a. Holiday and her Strange Grapefruit b. And this.... We gotta go to church...!

By the way, how often, during the day, do you change your shirts? Before the pandemic, when I almost completely stopped wearing anything more than a towel around my waist, I would change my shirts at least three times a day, conservatively. This is no joke. Thailand is located in a hot climate. Anytime my Oxford cloth shirts began turning dark with sweat, I always changed into a new shirt which I carried with me. Please believe me, that I'm not joking. When things got too intensely hot, during the Hot Season, I would find a private restroom, and wash the sweat and stink from my pits, and then don one of the the fresh shirts I always carried with me. When I returned home, I would immediately send the sweaty shirts out for cleaning. I have spent most of my life in some of the hottest, humidest, and most air-polluted places you might ever imagine. And yet, even in these places, one is sometimes expected to wear a dark suit and tie. Hong Kong, as I recall, was one of the worst. Exceedingly high humidity, and so many long and fast walks to get where you were going, unless you were riding in a Bentley. There was really no option, when your collar turned wet and dark from sweat, other than to pull out, from your attache case, a freshly pressed Oxford shirt, in the nearest men's room. This kind of makes me laugh, because I happen to know that I am not the only one who has done this. The thing that once most perturbed me was that the guys in Hong Kong, the guys you were going to meet, were all standing next to their conference tables, cool and calm like cucumber sandwiches. They always had this slight, barely perceptible, smirk on their face, something old school, in their USD5000 hand-sewn suits, which said... "I know that you just slogged through heat and humidity to get here. And, I know that you just changed your sweat-drenched shirt in my washroom before entering my cool air-conditioned office with artwork on the wall." FACE is important in Hong Kong. Try never to let them know that you have been sweating. If you ever find that one of your shirts has any minute stain, anywhere, then just bin it or burn it. I do miss Hong Kong guys, the ones in offices high up, overlooking Hong Kong harbor. So many of them were well-educated, and possessed the very driest humor. Now, those days are gone. Long gone is any real humor in Hong Kong, except maybe for gallows humor.

One valid point that nobody has mentioned, so far. Why do you think you need underarm antiperspirant or underarm perfume? Think about it! I have been in Asia for over 40 years. I stopped buying underarm deodorant, 38 years ago. And, so far, I have had no complaints from the women. I could easily explain why underarm deodorant is not necessary. But then, I would need to resort to science. A few years ago, when I was not celibate, some of my GFs loved to smell my armpits. This is NOT a joke!!! The key is to remain physically fit. Women, for sure, can discriminate between a healthy male and a sickly male, just by smelling the male armpit. I realize that most readers here might believe I am joking. But, this is not the case. There is documented science on my side of this argument. Therefore, get in shape. Do a lot of long distance swimming in the ocean, or running, or rowing, preferably. Never use armpit deodorant. And, within two months, or less, your pits will come up smelling like a daisy. By the way, did you think that using some off-the-shelf armpit spray could really mask your smell, from a woman's sensitive nose??? Think again!!! No way, no how! This is actually quite an interesting and worthy Topic. I should have thought of this one, myself. Truly a great Topic! Because, guys here are so worried about coming to Thailand, a land, like all other places in East Asia and SE Asia, where armpit spray is rarely sold. Man, do I ever hate the smell of Jade East!

Don't laugh, please. Not I, but I do know of one guy who tried this. This is why I suggest swimming in the ocean, 10 klicks per day. This will reduce body odor, improve your body smell, through intense exercise, and keep your machine in tip-top condition. This suggestion, in fact, is not a joke.

Hysterectomy: I once had those same yellow stains on my bed sheets. I cured them with a hysterectomy. The doctor told me the yellow stains were due to a hormonal imbalance, and his opinion proved correct. Swimming: Just go swimming in salt water. If you can swim 15 kilometers, per day, every day, then those yellow stains will vanish, never to return. This is my guarantee to you. Try it. You will not be disappointed in the results.

How much of the information which exists on the WEB, be it on the internet or intranets, is available to you and me? Would you guess 10 percent, 50 percent, 90 percent? And, do you believe that there is some sort of Internet God which maintains a single file on you, recording every stroke you make, every move you take? Some internet god recording, and forever updating, if you have been naughty or nice? Personally, I hope there is. Many Years ago, I gave up on believing in a personal God. And now, as the next best thing, I just hope that my comprehensive profile, saved in bits, will provide me with immortality, beyond my days. Computer servers have become the new Heaven for those who transcend into the unknown, or lie mouldering. If I were to die tomorrow, the bits I created while here, might never die. Is this not immortality of a kind? For example, I once knew a guy who jumped off a 30-floor building in Serbia. Yet, I can still call him up on the internet, YT, any time I wish. It's almost as if he were immortal. I had even considered starting a new Topic about this.

This guy is not only too top heavy, but you will notice that, on his backswing, he allows the club to go way past the horizontal, leading to ultimate imbalance, and duffing into the rough. It's guys like this that end their games by throwing their clubs, bags, and caddies, into the nearest water hazard.

OK. 好的... NOW, I know why you are so polite and respectful. It's not just because you are Australian, although this helps, too. You are almost pre-WW2. Yet, young enough not to have witnessed the Hindenburg disaster. You believe in treating others with respect, in all cases. I know your type. Always thith rethpect, for everybody. And now, too, I know why you love Sally Fields. Maybe you have heard that after the Great War our social fabric was ripped to shreds. And now, here you are, a dinosaur in a foreign land, full of respect for others. Respect for others is something that you will rarely find, these days. By the way, the reason your heart rate is so slow is just indicative of your age. Even if you sat in the front row of a GoGo bar, it's doubtful that your heart rate would exceed 61 BPM. At least, your brain seems to be functioning fairly well, as far as I can tell. But when you head out on the links, are you able to carry your own bag? And, are you able to hit your own ball, yourself? And, once hit, are you able to remember where it went? What is your fascination with golfing, anyway? According to you, you are just a spring chicken with a hot wife. What are you doing to pay back to society the many (80) good years you have enjoyed? Have you ever considered teaching? What about teaching Sex Ed to the male uni students in your area? How long have you been in Thailand, anyway? 60 years? Maybe I should begin calling you PI? I know that your wife is reading this comment. Does she think that you are a good golpher? Or, a duffer. My last and most relevant question to you is... When you are on the links, what do you wear? Do you wear a cap with a pompom or a tassel attached? Do you wear pink shorts? And, do you prefer metal cleats? Or, do you go with rubber? Also, what do you do to keep your wrists strong, so that you can snap that ball 240 yards from the tee? Last question: When the world's population hits 8.2 billion, in 2030, do you predict that golfers here will be playing in rice fields? Or, will virtual golf become the new normal? Once the geese refuse to fly south for the winter, golfing will not be the same in the Northern Hemisphere. Why fly south when it's like Miami above the Arctic Circle? Someday, soon, we will be golfing on Elsmere Island, with daylight 24/7. I know that you will live long enough to witness this great day. Fore!

Some say that God is everywhere at the same time. Some say that God provided the burning bush. Some say, "Oh, God", thank thee for this non-burning bush. Not all bushes are the same. Some are burning, and others are not burning. Each to his own. Do you prefer the burning bush, or just the regular kind? I have had both.

Noel Coward, actually. I consider myself to have the same sense of personal style, a combination of cheek and chic, pose and poise. Although I am in Thailand, physically, I have never really identified with you farmers.. Of course, I love farmers. But, they and I don't seem to have much in common. I have attempted to engage with farmers, only to learn that they are mostly preoccupied with discussions about the weather. Thankfully, this year, we have had ample rain. Farming is a backbreaking pursuit. I deeply feel utmost respect and gratitude for farmers. But, sometimes, after a few minutes, I never know what to say next. Maybe if I had studied horticulture, things might have been better.

You are not alone in your concern about our world. However, if you really wish to stay up at night, worrying, then you really ought to check out the most recent world population projections published by the UN. Just from memory, we are at 7.6 billion, now, and we will be at 8.2 billion by 2030. 10 billion by 2050. Over 11 billion by 2100. Of course, this projection is based on a "perfect world" model, under optimal conditions for our collective petri dish. However, given our imperfect REAL world, anything can happen, at any time, to disrupt our smooth curve to having 11 billion humans on Earth, at any given time. The UN is not an organization based on science. I have been to the UN. The UN is a dilapidated building filled with superstitious imbeciles. You can find smarter people in Papua New Guinea. If you really want to worry, then you should worry about momentum. p = mv Momentum equals mass times velocity. We now have very high velocity combined with ever-increasing mass. Yet, we have no proven social science capable of turning around this juggernaut, in time, in order to avoid hitting the wall with a huge SPLAT. Casting blame to any single nation is pointless. Instead, we should be thankful that we are headed to a new Utopia in which all men will be equal. Bellamy will, one day soon, see his dream come true. We will, very soon, all be equal under God.... Up in the clouds.

Are you under the illusion that this steep decline you mention is confined to just one nation? Because, from your previous posts, I had thought you were smarter than to suggest such a thing.

Wouldn't you admit, at the very least, that trying to keep up with a woman 23 years younger than you, at your advanced age, might be a health risk even more risky than crabbing in Alaska? What do your children say about your doings in Thailand, anyway? Note: Yes, careless of me. Billybong is my preferred spelling.

Latin is a dead language. You are not supposed to actually SPEAK it. Didn't anyone ever tell you this? It doesn't matter if your mouth is full of butter which might not melt. The point is, we learn Latin so that we can then learn science terminology, medical terminology, anatomy, and to pray properly. What about Greek? Did you experience equal difficulties with Greek, as well? Do you even know how to write the Greek letters, omicron, or phi beta kappa?

So then, what are you admitting to? a. You are tone deaf. and b. You are no Dr. Doolittle and c. If Linguistics is your trade, then you chose the wrong career.

You seem to be listing authors more famous in Australia, a country of only 27 million. Did you expect that the world might know so much about a country with only 27 million inhabitants, so far south of the equator, when Shanghai is above the equator, and has 26 million highly educated people people, with a high literacy rate, high IQ, and a maglev train from the airport to the city? Also, Shanghai people are world-renowned bankers and sophisticates. Therefore, have you read and enjoyed the Dream of the Red Chamber? One thing you cannot deny, my friend, is that, in China, and in other places around the world, great books were written even before anyone downunder knew how to spell the word, billibong. As I have steadfastly maintained, Aussies are extremely nice people, similar to people you might find in Iowa, except Aussies know how to sail, too. If I had my druthers, I would love to live where you live. And so, I sometimes wonder why you guys are so very anxious to leave and come here. Is it that you are getting bored and lonely down there? Are you worried that the world keeps passing you by? You shouldn't worry because it's your very isolation from the world, and your anachronisms, that we love. Not to mention, your very dry humor. We, in America, dote on your refined and dry humor.

Speaking of Dyson, what, if anything, have you read about Dyson spheres? And, can you explain, from what you have read, why Dyson spheres are physically impossible?

Not really. Thai classifier words, same with Chinese classifiers, can be memorized. But, prepositions cannot. I went under the bridge and through the tunnel passing by the cow before I saw a bird in the tree ten miles before I entered the gate of London Town. Classifiers, in Thai, are easy, by comparison to such a journey. So then... Would you use.. by comparison to or in comparison to It ups to you.

Some say, mistakenly, that Barry Lyndon is boring and tedious to watch, at times. In fact, the film is one of Kubrick's best. Although, it is not suitable for the general audience, and same goes for the beauty of watching opera or ballet. Just because the vast majority of people are unable to sit, rapt, through an entire performance of Rostropovich playing solo cello for 90 minutes, does not mean that the performance is not a work of supreme art or great value. Enjoy your collection of Kubrick's films, especially Barry Lyndon. Someday, as well, you might learn to better appreciate the few well-chosen words I sometimes write on this forum. There may never again be films as great as we had decades ago. They just don't play well with worldwide audiences who don't speak English, and who are not accustomed to reading books. Movies, these days, are made for the guy who comes to clean your swimming pool.

These days, of course, now that the entire world seems to be going to pot, no one seems interested in reading much beyond the level of Harry Potter. Even my best friend has stopped reading anything like the likes of Philip Roth. Philip Roth should have received a Nobel for literature. But, the reason he was overlooked for the Prize was because his sentences were too long, too beautiful, and too well crafted. And, for other obvious reasons, as everybody knows. Can you even imagine Philip Roth on Twitter? Trump, yes. Twitter is the perfect platform for any old Trump. So, don't wonder why your brain continues to shrink on Twitter when you should, actually, be reading books, written in perfect paragraphs, by writers like Roth. Too much work, you say, to read just one thought-provoking sentence? The world is going to pot. And, THIS is the way they like it.

How many here have read John Cheever? I once locked myself in a room with nothing but John Cheever books, for one week. I even read his daughter's book about Cheever before I unlocked the door. I consumed nothing other than potatoes and water for a week. This is how much I love John Cheever. To this day, anytime I hear or read a passage from John Cheever, I know his nationality. Some might say that The New Yorker is the house that Cheever built. What would you say? Cheever never masked his nationality, nor could he.

One more question: Would you prefer 'gathering gloom' or Would you prefer 'gathering glome' Guys in Singapore, as young as this city-state is, probably have never even heard of the gloaming of anything. Maybe, they have never read any decent poetry, or books, for example. They know not much about the gloaming of anything worthwhile. Guys from Singapore, they are not native-English speakers. On the other hand, in the UK, you will find fine writers of English. Nobody here who is not from the UK need think of writing a decent sentence so perfect and satisfying as any sentence somebody from the UK could toss off at a moment's notice. Do I think this is true? YES. I know this is true. In the UK, babes are born speaking fluent English, and then they are sent to some school at Windsor, Berkshire, in order to improve upon what they were born with. This is the way it was in 1967. 1967 was a far better year than 2020 ever was, and more romantic. JUST what Truth is, I can't say, anymore... 'Cause I love you! I LOVE you! Nights in White Satin..... Evermore. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore— While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. “’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more.”

Thank you, my friend. Did you notice? I just passed 500,000 words on this righteous forum. This is no small achievement, at least for me. I have enjoyed every word of it.

Google can easily discriminate, just by writing style and word usage, I would imagine, even if Google did not have far more much more conclusive information to go by. In fact, if there is not already an app, then maybe we should create an app to identify Farang Pub writers, according to their writing style, socioeconomic class, hair style, and sense of humor, or lack of it.

I think you are correct in this. However, never underestimate a thorough test in the use of prepositions to separate the wheat from the chaff. There are just too many pretenders out there who would dearly love to pass themselves off as native-English speakers. Personally, I do not consider myself as a native-English speaker. The reason for this is because, during the past forty, or more, years, I have been going native in Asia. When I, now, speak by phone with my relatives back home, after over 40 years, they are hard put to understand me. They say I sound like a Chinaman. And, I know this is true.