fatter than harry

...and they say romance is dead

This is Erco, in my minds eye anyway.

I am a seeker of web weirdness, this takes the biscuit:

http://www.pixyland.org/peterpan/

if I could point you in particular to the fashion page:

http://www.pixyland.org/peterpan/petersFashionPage.html

Its wrong I tell you, wrong!

Work the world in hospitality

http://www.worktheworld.com.au/

(currently down, not sure if forever or just today)

Published by Universal Hospitality

"This is a comprehensive site for jobs overseas in the industry. If you are a Chef, Cook, Waiter, Waitress, Bartender, Front Desk, Reception, Housekeeper, Service Staff, Conceirge, Doorman, Cleaner, Casino Worker or management there are many opportunities for work worldwide, with hotels, cruise ships, restaurants, resorts and more. You can advertise your vacant positions on this site at no cost."

Thats how I got my job in Thailand, I think it was that website, something like it anyway.

Me too, no worries about lightning ever.

Except for the one time my APC wasn't working properly and I hadn't fixed it, I had a problem then.

Agreed, however as we are seeking purification in the extreme, there should also be no Bang in Bang.

Therefore I recommend that Bangkok should now be called fullstop

It is good, it is the best steak I have ever eaten, better yet there were about 12 of us in the tepinyaki restaurant and both girls either side of me were veggies, so I got three lots of heaven steak!

Those cow babies get massaged everyday, right? thats why its so expensive, there must be other reasons, maybe they do aerobics too.

Anyway, I ate it in Japan, apparently its not the same elsewhere, but I have no point of reference.

mmmmmmmmmm, beef.

I'm quite sure this is a move by Hasbro / Parker Brothers to reinstate the name Siam in time for the release of their nostalsia edition of risk. If I could draw your attention to their sales blurb:

"For over 40 years the game of Risk has been the ultimate military strategy and global domination game.

Now this Nostalgia edition brings back the original in all its vintage glory – with real wooden armies, the classic map from the 1959 version, a vow to bring pressure on the Thai government to change the name of Thailand back to Siam, a Risk game history and rules with the original gameplay."

I love blackjack. But I'm not addicted to gambling. I'm addicted to sitting in a semi-circle.

Maggies in Rawai (between the sunshine bar and the freedom bar) Best Pizza Best prices.

Lorenzo's in Nai Harn (At the main entrance to the Royal Meridian Yatch Club) Great pizza, great other items too, also great music, although a touch expensive compared to maggies, worth it for the location.

Thanks for taking the time to place the link, I can't get it to work though I did go to the camblab website but couldn't find the link to it

The pdf files are a must for those wanting to engage in business in Thailand

Am I blind? I can't see the PDF's, where are they? this is priceless!

Many thanks

[cough]

PICTORAL EVIDENCE

You're on!

I bet 1,000 web dollars England will lose by 36 points, on the nose.

What do I get? (apart from humiliated?)

so, any news on tomorrow night?

Dear Connie,

I know the counselor said we shouldn't contact each other during

our "cooling off" period, but I couldn't wait anymore. The day you

left, I swore I'd never talk to you again. But that was just the wounded

little boy in me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first one to

make contact. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come

crawling back to me. I guess my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's

cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I don't miss you. I

don't care about looking bad anymore. I don't care who makes the first

move as long as one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says: "There's no one like you, Connie." I look for you in the eyes and breasts of every woman I see, but they're not you.

They're not even close. Two weeks ago, I met this girl at Flamingos and

brought her home with me. I don't say this to hurt you, but just to illustrate

the depth of my desperation.

She was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that

only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give you. I mean, just

a perfect body. Tits like you wouldn't believe and an asss that just

wouldn't quit. Every man's dream, right? But as I sat on the couch

beingblown by this stunner, I thought, look at the stuff we've made

important in our lives. It's all so superficial.

What does a perfect body mean? Does it make her better in bed?

Well, in this case, yes, but you see what I'm getting at. Does it make her

a better person? Does she have a better heart than my moderately

attractive Connie? I doubt it. And I'd never really thought of that before.

I don't know, maybe I'm just growing up a little. Later, after I'd

tossed her about a half a pint of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking,

"Why do I feel so drained and empty?" It wasn't just her flawless

technique or her slutty, shameless hunger, but something else. Some nagging

feeling of loss. Why did it feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. It didn't

feel the same because you weren't there to watch. Do you know what I

mean? Nothing feels the same without you. Jesus, Connie, I'm just going

crazy without you. And everything I do just reminds me of you.

Do you remember Carol, that single mom we met at the Holiday Inn

lounge last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna.

She said she figured I wasn't eating right without a woman around. I didn't

know what she meant till later, but that's not the real story.

Anyway, we had a few glasses of wine and the next thing you know,

we're banging away in our old bedroom. And this tart's a total monster

in the sack. She's giving me everything, you know, like a real woman does

when she's not hung up about her weight or her career and whether the kids

can hear us. And all of a sudden, she spots that tilting mirror on

your grandmother's old vanity. So she puts it on the floor and we

straddle it, right, so we can watch ourselves. And it's totally hot, but it

makes me sad, too. Cause I can't help thinking, "Why didn't Connie ever put

the mirror on the floor? We've had this old vanity for what, 14 years,

and we never used it as a sex toy."

Saturday, your sister drops by with my copy of the restraining

order. I mean, Vicky's just a kid and all, but she's got a pretty good head

on her shoulders and she's been a real friend to me during this painful

time. She's given me lots of good advice about you and about women in general.

She's pulling for us to get back together, Connie, she really is.

So we're doing Jell-O shots in a hot bubble bath and talking about

happier times. Here's this teenage girl with the same DNA as you and all I

can do is think of how much she looked like you when you were 18. And

that just about makes me cry. And then it turns out Vicky's really into the whole anal thing, that gets me to thinking about how many times I pressured you about

trying it and how that probably fueled some of the bitterness between us.

But do you see how even then, when I'm thrusting inside your baby

sister's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? It's true, Connie. In

your heart you must know it. Don't you think we could start over? Just

wipe out all the grievances away and start fresh? I think we can.

If you feel the same please, please, please let me know.

Otherwise, can you let me know where the fukcing remote is.

Love, Dan.

Surely Prisoner of the Motherland refers to an Australian Gent, not a pom?

stick it up your critics.

That sounds real painful.

I was invited to a wedding in Chang Rai some years back and as the only farang there I was strong armed into singing on the microphone for all the guests pleasure, bear in mind it was the middle of the day there was no musical accompaniment, well, except for the chickens - I was shit scared too as I'd only been in Thailand about 3 weeks, they were all clapping away and I was in a cold sweat, mind a complete blank as to what to sing.....

....By the light of the silvery moon, they love to swoon, to my honey I'll croon loves tune, oh honeymoon, they'll be swallowing soon, until that day they tra la la la hey! I'll be swallowing sooooooooon, by the silvery moooooooon...

Repeat 4 times

Classic, there's nothing like showing up a buncha chickens to get you over the fear of stage fright, I'm now a black belt karaoke singer.

CHEEKY GIRLS

The Cheeky Song

ooh

Never ever ask. where do you go.

Never ever ask. what do you do.

Never ever ask. whats in your mind.

Never ever ask. if you'll but my.

Come and smile, don't be shy

touch my bum this is life.

[chorus]

We are the cheeky girls, we are the cheeky girls'

you are the cheeky boys, you are the cheeky boys.

We are the cheeky girls, we are the cheeky girls,

you are the cheeky boys, you are the cheeky boys.

mmm,cheeky cheeky,

ooh boys, cheeky girls

ooh girls, cheeky boys

ooh boys, cheeky girls

ooh girls, cheeky boys

ooh boys, cheeky girls

ooh girls, cheeky boys

ooh boys, cheeky girls

ooh girls, cheeky boys

Never ever ask,where you go

Never ever ask,what do you do

Never ever ask,whats in your mind

Never ever ask,if you'll be mine

Come and smile, don't be shy

touch my bum this is life.

[chorus]

We are the cheeky girls, we are the cheeky girls'

you are the cheeky boys, you are the cheeky boys.

We are the cheeky girls, we are the cheeky girls,

you are the cheeky boys, you are the cheeky boys.

[instrumental]

Come and join the cheeky club,

This is what you want,

Come and sing the cheeky song,

Our cheeky song

Come and join the cheeky club,

This is what you want,

Come and sing the cheeky song,

Our cheeky song.

Come and smile, don't be shy

touch my bum this is life.

Cheeky Cheeky

[chorus 2x]

Cheeky Cheeky

I think there's room for cheeky cheeky in all our hearts!

Welcome back to the forum Yohan

you guys are welcome to PM me, as long as I'm free I'd be happy to pick you up and drop you off at the right hotel.

ummmm, I think love is the drug you been thinking of

[guuuuuitar]

I'm a whinging pommy mate, hailing from deepest Cornwall - which is kind of the same as the shire in Lord of the Rings, except with less wizards.

Oh, and we're technically celts so we're allowed to wear skirts too.

Most of my mates / colleagues are Aussies, I follow the brumbies and I've got a ticket for the final of the Bledisloe cup at Stadium Australia, so I'm a rugby half cast.