StreetCowboy

I wouldn't lay a hand on JT's cudgel.

Is "Freindly" forum-speak for "f r i e n d l y"? The depths of stupidity that you can plumb are as deep as your piece of string is long.

I’ve been suffering occasional hip and back pain, and I’d been meaning to book a routine inspection. This week, it rose up on my agenda, to the extent that I could hardly walk from the hospital car park to A&E, and gratefully accepted a wheelchair back… “Let’s race that old fella there” ”Don’t be daft, please, sir” ”Alright- we’ll race the cleaner with her trolley” I don’t think the porter was very competitive. Anyway, a day of rest, and I felt well enough to cycle down to my local walking-stick merchant

I took my folding bike on my last trip to Bangkok, and taking up and down Sukhumvit Road was great. I took a lovely detour through Thong Lor which was as nice as I expected. But cycling doesn’t impact your drinking as much as drinking impacts your cycling.

Working for the benefit of others builds pride and self-worth. It is recommended as a diversion from addictive behaviours. Giving money is an easy way to do this, but it can easily get addictive in itself and get out of control. We support a local orphanage, where we can see where the money goes; for beggars in the street, I’ll support the visibly blind or maimed - the overheads as a beggar to gangsters are not much different than the overhead of employing the person in a factory, and you have to trust the gangsters to keep the person safe and their territory free from intruders. I generally don’t support foreign charities, least of all in response to canvassers on the street.

You’re kidding yourself. The first thing you lose with dementia is self-awareness. You can’t fix dementia, but you can avoid it by going early.

We were out on a lethargic daunder round KL, lacking in motivation. I thought we might take a pause on one of the quieter sections. “Drink stop?” I suggested; ”Aye” ”Drink Stop!” I called out, as there was a stranger passing us, and he stopped too. He was a young fella, and not very talkative. Anyway, he joined us as far as Bukit Tunku; “If you want to join us to TTDI we can lead you to the MRT station for the train back to Bukit Bintang” ”Should we take him to the station before or after the pub?” ”Lets burn that boat when we get to it; he doesn’t look like much of a drinker, but he might learn” I thought we’d lost him, but he’d pulled up with a broken rear derailleur, so I popped home, picked up my car and delivered him safely to the station, checking that he had a train pass. With his helmet off, he looked distinctly callow, and I think we were all lucky he didn’t join us in the pub. If his mother knew of his narrow escape, his bike would be in the Recycling Bin now.

He's got a fair point - what to do when we have more money than sense? Most of us are not bragging when we say that, and we may be quite impecunious. SC

I am not sure if this is of any relevance or interest...

Even if you complain, no-one listens, so you might as well not bother.

2. The state rights v federal rights was about preserving the right to own slaves, even when the federal government opposed it 3. The South’s agriculture was entirely dependent on slave labour 4. As you say, the president of the USA opposed slavery 5. This is secessionism - we want to be an agrarian slave economy governed by ourselves, not part of a modern free industrial economy, and we are afraid that our agrarian slave economy cannot compete for wealth or power with a modern industrial economy. Tell us again what else it was about.

Lack of healthcare, lack of education…

They were trying to sound posh, like missing out the R in Karzi

Following on from a couple of recent threads, do you practice what you preach?

Last Sunday we’d stopped for cider at a pub we thought we could trust, only to be sent on our way ciderless to Sid’s; they’ll not let us down … you can imagine our distress when our faith was cruelly betrayed, and we ordered Guinness in lieu. I checked in 7-11 next door, and resolved that the following week we’d take photos sat on their steps drinking Apple Fox and Somersby, for the chagrin of the brewery, but fortunately Strongbow is back in the pubs. It was scarcely the Great Kilkenny Drought of 2007 in Dubai, when there was naught but Guinness or lager on either side of The Creek for weeks on end, but I’d been worried how long we might last. Would we have to shorten our rides to limit our thirst, if there was no cider? Luckily, all’s well that ends well, until it doesn’t.