Welcome Florin!

Could I suggest you change your signature to "That's my two bob's worth" The Bits and Irish would love it!

And why is that?

A florin was an old name for the 'two schilling coin', which was also called 'two bob'! Hence the Brits and Irish getting it! And perhaps only the older ones as 'decimal' came in in 1971!

A florin was an old name for the 'two schilling coin', which was also called 'two bob'! Hence the Brits and Irish getting it! And perhaps only the older ones as 'decimal' came in in 1971!

And the Thais would know you are a 'Floriner'

A florin was an old name for the 'two schilling coin', which was also called 'two bob'! Hence the Brits and Irish getting it! And perhaps only the older ones as 'decimal' came in in 1971!

And the Thais would know you are a 'Floriner'

I've had a variety of jobs over the years - visa office intern, writer/editor, web designer, tech support staff, English teacher and am now the ###### (is there a reason I-T m-a-n-a-g-e-r is considered a 4-letter word in here? ) for a dotcom.

27yrs old from Cheltenham UK, grew up in Aberdeen, went to uni in Bath. Lived in Ibiza for a year before coming to Thailand about 5-6 years ago. Living in BKK now doing a boring office job...

My first post in Bedlam!

Where do I start?

Erm, OK, I'm 37 years old. Can't believe how young some of you guys are, I feel like an old fogey! Aaah, well, at least Jet's more than 700 years older than me...

I was born in Aberdeen, Scotland (small world, ashacat!), have lived all over UK. I'm married to but separated from an English guy who lives in Canada. I haven't seen him for 5 years. I've been in Asia for over 12 years. 7 in HK, and five and a half here. I've done loads of different jobs, but now (and for the last 3 and a half years) I'm the manager of Hua Hin Dog Rescue Center. We have approx 140 dogs (I've given up counting! ), all injured or sick when they arrived. At my feet as I type, are a 7 week old pup with a dislocated jaw, a dog which I raised from a 2 day old orphan & a dog who has a flayed foot due to a run-in with a motorbike when she was a pup. All the sick and the paralysed dogs and the pups live in my home. The healthy adults go up to the center where they don't need the 24 hr care.

I've got a little boy, who is actually the son of my Thai BF who died 11 months ago tomorrow. His son lives with me & speaks fluent English as well as Thai. Love him to absolute bits, he's the best kid in the world! Since I came to LoS, I've had a life like a soap opera, but it hasn't been boring!

So maybe that explains how I post so much on TV - I'm housebound a lot of the time, due to looking after the dogs & my son.

I've had a variety of jobs over the years - visa office intern, writer/editor, web designer, tech support staff, English teacher and am now the ###### (is there a reason I-T m-a-n-a-g-e-r is considered a 4-letter word in here? ) for a dotcom.

For gods sake, don't mention the ######.

Where do I start?

Erm, OK, I'm 37 years old. Can't believe how young some of you guys are, I feel like an old fogey! Aaah, well, at least Jet's more than 700 years older than me...

I was born in Aberdeen, Scotland (small world, ashacat!), have lived all over UK. I'm married to but separated from an English guy who lives in Canada. I haven't seen him for 5 years. I've been in Asia for over 12 years. 7 in HK, and five and a half here. I've done loads of different jobs, but now (and for the last 3 and a half years) I'm the manager of Hua Hin Dog Rescue Center. We have approx 140 dogs (I've given up counting! ), all injured or sick when they arrived. At my feet as I type, are a 7 week old pup with a dislocated jaw, a dog which I raised from a 2 day old orphan & a dog who has a flayed foot due to a run-in with a motorbike when she was a pup. All the sick and the paralysed dogs and the pups live in my home. The healthy adults go up to the center where they don't need the 24 hr care.

I've got a little boy, who is actually the son of my Thai BF who died 11 months ago tomorrow. His son lives with me & speaks fluent English as well as Thai. Love him to absolute bits, he's the best kid in the world! Since I came to LoS, I've had a life like a soap opera, but it hasn't been boring!

So maybe that explains how I post so much on TV - I'm housebound a lot of the time, due to looking after the dogs & my son.

Facinating profile NR. It's a great job you do.

Blimey, where to start. I'm older than my teeth, mother to two daughters, housewife (bloody loving that), lived in Dubai and Oman before we came here. Previous occupations include holiday organiser, kebab shop worker (you wouldn't eat another donner if you saw the state of them the morning after being left unrefridgerated on their pole), trainee social worker and finally nurse. I can't work here (shame) so while away my days on TV. Born in the greatest city in the world, no one would need to ask where that is - think pearly kings and queens. Love Thailand's laid back nature, loathe the traffic, love the cost of Chang and Marlboro and the ease of travel. That's about all from me.

54 years old born in Merthyr Tydfil, South Wales (old South Wales to the Aussies), sent at age 5 to do missionary work in third world country (England). Thanks to the crap English schooling (only joking, I was crap at learning) ended up with worthless certs (CSE's) having failed the only GCE I took in metalwork. A dubious start to someone embarking on a craft apprenticeship.

Did a four year craft apprenticeship at a defence research establishment somewhere in S. E. England ending up in the design department picking up HNC's in electronics (useless now, all based on transistors), advanced thermodymanics and aircraft & rocket propulsion. Quit that and went for the money in the oil & gas industry working in Europe, Middle East (Bahrain only), N. America, S. America (Venezuela) before pitching up in Thailand '92 from where I covered S. E. Asia. Must have liked it as I stayed untill '04 but all good things come to an end and here I am, via UK (again) and Paris, in Kuala Lumpur due to go to Dung Quat (where?) central Viet Nam end March.

Somewhere through that I got married to an English lass, but we won't hold that against her, produced two sons and got divorced (not acrimoniously, in fact we are better friends now than when we were wed). Had a Thai "wife" for ten years but she wouldn't leave Thailand, and me with no job didn't make for good prospects so we split.

Future plans? Well this project is scheduled for completion in '09 but I'll probably be through with it sometime late in '08 just in time to transfer to refinery #2 (Aaaaaaaaggggghhhh no! Please no more! I can't take it any more!). Certainly intend to settle for my twilight years in S. E. Asia and Thailand is front runner by a country mile but others are under consideration (PI, MY and VN). Maybe I'll split each year three months in each, that'll beat the visa restrictions and sits very well with my nomadic personality. I don't intend retiring as such, just ease up and do odd contract consultancy jobs.

Hi Phil! and welcome (belatedly) to Bedlam.

Most of us get ignored in here.

I think bedlam was created to keep us out of the general forums.

Open for comment

I think bedlam was created to keep us out of the general forums.

Open for comment

Agreed

I think bedlam was created to keep us out of the general forums.

Open for comment

Agreed

Second.

I think bedlam was created to keep us out of the general forums.

Open for comment

Agreed

Second.

Thirded!!!

Hi Phil! and welcome (belatedly) to Bedlam.

Most of us get ignored in here.

I think bedlam was created to keep us out of the general forums.

Open for comment

Thank kayo, don't worry about the ignored bit sometimes I take that as a compliment.

Bedlam, to me, appears as the office padded cell. You walk in, shut the door and scream and bash your head against the wall for five minutes. Then you straighten up and walk back out all calm and collected.

Hi Phil! and welcome (belatedly) to Bedlam.

Most of us get ignored in here.

I think bedlam was created to keep us out of the general forums.

Open for comment

Thank kayo, don't worry about the ignored bit sometimes I take that as a compliment.

Bedlam, to me, appears as the office padded cell. You walk in, shut the door and scream and bash your head against the wall for five minutes. Then you straighten up and walk back out all calm and collected.

I't a lot more than that....some of us live here.

yeah, phil's right... it's how we start... and then like anything, we get more and more comfortable with it and move in..

yeah, phil's right... it's how we start... and then like anything, we get more and more comfortable with it and move in..

.....and no one ever leaves.

Hi, Phil. A few words of welcome.

Don't order anything Kayo says he can hustle in for you (he's just a pink elephant, couldn't even get Rita Hayworth), the constant clamour from the special ward is just Boon Mee, TAWP and Spee whistling Dixie, Terence and DJT dancing in their katoey revue, Raro playing the same three chords from a Geldorf song all day with Tuky, Lao Po, Tony C, and Lampard singing backup vocals, and the sound you don't hear is one Thai bebobbing. The lisping quacks and rustle of feathers comes from our very own Little Black Duck; if you are nice (give him bits of bread and your bathtub slot time), he will provide fallen feathers to soften your bed. Thaddeus just runs around all day poking inmates with a fork, while TripX controls the Bedlam tokens and slot machines.

Jayenram and Svenivan are the old gits lurking in the toilets in their trench coats with socks and flipflops. When you pull the string in Moss Finn's back, he says "good luck" ten times, and Mid is the geezer carrying around the musty shipwreck in a bottle. Samui Jens coats himself with sand every morning and runs around gibbering "the beeech, the beeech." I don't know what KerryD does; he only sneaks out of his retraints on rare occasions to offer special cookies to the sick and wounded.

On the downside, a gas tank tiger teaches liturgical studies, Soph keeps doing a striptease to "God Save the Queen" and Tutsi serves as our master chef -- tick him off once and you get cold, super size McD for the rest of your unworthy life. Leisurely sings lullabies and leads basketweaving classes. Robski sits on his cell window ledge and coos and craps on everybody. Dan Sai is really Rick James, but all he says is "I'm dead, b*tch."

Farangsay and Bojangles are intimately involved, but you have to pretend that's a big, fat, f**ing lie. Still, your money won't go wasted if you back them in the ping pong tournies against the uniforms. November Rain and MiG are in charge of training (sit and extend a paw, and you get a treat). Lannarebirth is their favourite, so don't expect anything when he is about.

Anyone I have not mentioned is in solitary; they get way more perks that the general population. But you don't want to go there.

You will be hounded to join BSB or <deleted>, but neither have a platform or policies. They just want your extra rations.

I am in charge of tress lashing, dispensed at whim when none of the squad is circling.

I heard you got 13B. Hope you have better luck than, well...as Moss Finn says, Good Luck.

Yours in common bondage,

Jet

Anyone I have not mentioned is in solitary; they get way more perks that the general population. But you don't want to go there.

And why?

:D

Are we all that transparent Jet?

Yep.... I rather think we are........ must dash, I think I've left my fork in the knife drawer.

Spot the grammatical error, folks! Ten coils from my tresses.

And, Old Red Eyes, sorry, you were in the infirmary when I penned this. How could I forget you, sweet thing? Can you hear me? Shall I adjust the tubes for you? Don't cry, I ran out of Visine.

Spot the grammatical error, folks! Ten coils from my tresses.

And, Old Red Eyes, sorry, you were in the infirmary when I penned this. How could I forget you, sweet thing? Can you hear me? Shall I adjust the tubes for you? Don't cry, I ran out of Visine.

Whats Visine. Vaseline??

I have a sneaking suspicion you are really a sweet lil thing Jeti. One of them harp-playing angel types.

And what's with the tresses thingy? Wanna talk about it?

Spot the grammatical error, folks! Ten coils from my tresses.

And, Old Red Eyes, sorry, you were in the infirmary when I penned this. How could I forget you, sweet thing? Can you hear me? Shall I adjust the tubes for you? Don't cry, I ran out of Visine.

Whats Visine. Vaseline??

I have a sneaking suspicion you are really a sweet lil thing Jeti. One of them harp-playing angel types.

And what's with the tresses thingy? Wanna talk about it?

Visine, "takes the red out" eye drops. If you hadn't snuck off for the Stoly IV, you would have been bunched up with the other nesters. Now I have you all to myself. Teehee.

The tresses serve as guards, my bayonet line, vermin pickers, cuddlers, multi-task dishwashers/line cooks/salad prep. Great back scrubbers, too.

Nice one jet, i see you finally completed the "How to win friends and influence people" course for beginners

I like Jet!

I like Jet!

Seconded

Good Luck Phil

:D

Moss

Good Luck, Good Luck, Good Luck Good Luck Good Luck Good Luck Good Luck Good Luck Good Luck Good Luck