On 10/21/2019 at 5:55 AM, MisterBleach said:

Here in Chiang Mai, we do not have anything like the theatre of the round.

 

No theater, but you can enjoy the clowns of Chinese circus all over CM.

 

Fair is foul, and foul is fair.  

Hover through the fog  and filthy air

hell has no fury like a woman Thai

Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak.

Lord, what fools these mortals be

About Thai women

And though she be but little, she is fierce

To burn, or not to burn...that is the (burning) question.

On 10/21/2019 at 5:55 AM, MisterBleach said:

If William were here in Chiang Mai, today, then what would he say?

"I would give all my fame for a pot of ale, and safety."

Greater Uncle Bill would likely utter nowt in condemnation. Yet more likely  in terms of ironical satire in events.

There are among the throng  who desire perfection of soliloquy being sought yet failed in of  acquisition thereof in of  home regions. Further in error formed the assumption of  superior existence in a foreign community to became victim of the falsity of fashioning. The weight of the burden of change  is inevitablbly upon them , behind them, and  to the front. Of the emotions only reconciliation to the fact has merit. Who is not a victim before death mocks the denial of change or the lack of? The seething pool of humanity and all that in makes present in way foul or fashionable alters not the course of nor the individual  curse of.

 

 

This place be-ith similar to the place whence I was pulled from.

There be-ith more lights but hail the same 10 score and 12 whingers around me.

Ale be plentiful.

Pee Pop still exist.

The Ale House hath thee wench to which I can sample from thine bussom.

Less whench prefer it up thine bum.

 

38 minutes ago, sweatalot said:

hell has no fury like a woman Thai

hell hath no fury like Thai women scorned

On 10/20/2019 at 5:29 PM, canuckamuck said:

I have trouble imagining the bard, with a shaved head and a Chang singlet.  But I am sure he would get the hang of it once he met the locals.

 

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
   And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
  She wields a lance and dangling pair

Winner, winner, chicken dinner.   ????

 

      To be here , or not to be here ,  @ the discretion of immi . of the day.

       Wish i was in Stratford ,  enjoying a beer , and ploughmans , not forgetting a real pork pie ...

 

 

 

 

 

And to lighten the mood a little.......forsooth ????

 

 

 

 

In Stratford last year and so horrid. A mini London eye, a tudor style mcdonalds and a zillion chinese. I think Will Would stay here, put in his TM 30 and head on around town. Wherefore art thou Will?

Oh to suffer the Slings and Arrows of Immigration,

only to answer the question, To Be or Not to Be an Expat in Thailand.

On 10/21/2019 at 1:18 AM, Denim said:

Alas poor Chiang Ma I , I knew it well.

 

To see or not to see, that is the problem.

Or the Yorkshire (UK) Shakespeare "owt about nowt". 

Much ado about nothing.

If he read the Thai Visa Forum, he would probably come up with something like...

 

Quote

 

It is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

 

. ‘Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.’

 ‘There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.’

‘The course of true love never did run smooth.’

‘I am one who loved not wisely but too well.’

I’ve just found my reason for not moving to Chiang Mai. MisterBleach be thy name

Methinks the Farang doth protest too much.
Get thee back to your country!

For/To the OP

 

Will no one rid me of this turbulent poster?

 

You are not worth another word else I’d call you knave.

 

Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em, but not you!

"I burn, I pine, I perish"

               - Lucentio in Act 1 of The Taming of the Shrew

"we but teach bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor."

 

~o:37;

On 10/26/2019 at 1:48 AM, orang37 said:

"we but teach bloody instructions, which, being taught, return to plague the inventor."

 

 

      Be a teacher ,  if you cannot do the job  , teach it ,  and have a good  Goverment golden pension . 

       Working class , are born stupid .    However that said , there are those amongst us ,,,