Really bugs me when others project what they consider what "a life" should be. How about THEY get a life by not being so bloody concerned about other peoples lives.

I like that

For me, today will be a boring day. Might watch a few movies, look on't Tinternet, watch a movie, have something to eat and another coffee etc, etc.

Then, having been so busy all day and with only 5 minutes to spare before I get picked up, I'll realise I haven't packed my suitcase. Flying to Thailand tonight

Yesterday was a day that i shall never, ever forget.

Got up at 7. Went to dentist at 9 until 2pm. Had six crowns put on, he had to give me valium and knock me out. Came home all woozy and numb. To find that they had cut my electricity off, so called and mumbled at them. Paid bill. Bought a torch. Went round to a neighbours in the evening to watch TV and fill flasks with hot water for coffee. Put said flasks in a bag along with mobile phone - one of the flasks leaked and killed phone and torch.

Came home, no torch, no telly no computer. Felt my way to bed - slept until god knows what time. Got up at dawn, went and bought a phone card. Called leccy place. Came home to find a rather hansum man putting my leccie on. Turned off all the lights and the kettle was boiling. All this before 9 am this morning.

Oh, and my jaw feels like i have gone through six rounds with Mohamed Ali. But I do have a rather spiffing smile!!!

Oh, and during my blackout, the dam_n cat attacked my bare thigh and left some rather sore scratches. So it's true that cats can see in the dark. As I felt my way around - the wee bastard was lurking and jumping out at me!!! And I was only making sure I wouldn't stand on him!!

Now, it is 10 am. I am enjoying coffee, watching TV and smiling. Next on agenda - getting the mobile phone sorted... perhaps this afternoon.

I hope i gave you guys a laugh, I certainly am giggling away... Life is too short and all that mumbo jumbo!!

Off to Edinburgh next week via Gatwick. Dunno if i will even make it through customs....

quite frankly OC the complaints, imo, were not reasonable. Once the answer was given then that really should have been the end of it but it wasn't, if I needed to rack up 13 posts to get the point across then so be it, had the reason been accepted without the excessive paranoia then one post would have sufficed. I just can't be doing with grown people acting like children over such a trivial matter. And yes, these are my own opinions so now you know how I really feel about people moaning over such irrelevant things. 14 posts now, does it need to be more?

I had actually finished with the matter with my last post in the original thread Boo when I said "moving on".

Then, when I went to have a read of this thread, which I thought was about how did you spend your day, I found another series of vitriolic posts from you on that other subject. I couldn't help myself, I had to let you know how I felt.

You come on Bedlam many times as a sort of spoiler against any males you deem have stepped outside the boundaries of the "gender wars" and I, and I'm sure many others, usually bite our tongues and let the attacks slide.

I don't dislike you, quite the contrary, I would just like to see a few more positive posts now and again.

I will try to recipricate!

Yesterday was a day that i shall never, ever forget.

Got up at 7. Went to dentist at 9 until 2pm. Had six crowns put on, he had to give me valium and knock me out. Came home all woozy and numb. To find that they had cut my electricity off, so called and mumbled at them. Paid bill. Bought a torch. Went round to a neighbours in the evening to watch TV and fill flasks with hot water for coffee. Put said flasks in a bag along with mobile phone - one of the flasks leaked and killed phone and torch.

Came home, no torch, no telly no computer. Felt my way to bed - slept until god knows what time. Got up at dawn, went and bought a phone card. Called leccy place. Came home to find a rather hansum man putting my leccie on. Turned off all the lights and the kettle was boiling. All this before 9 am this morning.

Oh, and my jaw feels like i have gone through six rounds with Mohamed Ali. But I do have a rather spiffing smile!!!

Oh, and during my blackout, the dam_n cat attacked my bare thigh and left some rather sore scratches. So it's true that cats can see in the dark. As I felt my way around - the wee bastard was lurking and jumping out at me!!! And I was only making sure I wouldn't stand on him!!

Now, it is 10 am. I am enjoying coffee, watching TV and smiling. Next on agenda - getting the mobile phone sorted... perhaps this afternoon.

I hope i gave you guys a laugh, I certainly am giggling away... Life is too short and all that mumbo jumbo!!

Off to Edinburgh next week via Gatwick. Dunno if i will even make it through customs....

What a bugger of a day!!!!!

Hey Patsy.....you'd better make sure that there is no doubt about getting thru customs. Don't be silly.

I suppose the only thing worse than being to told to get a life is convincing yourself that you need to get one...

No, the only thing worse than being told to get a life is KNOWING you need to get one

Case in point...me.

You come on Bedlam many times as a sort of spoiler against any males you deem have stepped outside the boundaries of the "gender wars" and I, and I'm sure many others, usually bite our tongues and let the attacks slide.

and this has what exactly to do with this topic?

Aa far as I can tell what you have written is just a way to misdirect the topic & this crap always get spewed up when the topic doesn't go as a poster wishes, it ALWAYS has to be turned into a gender thing & is ALWAYS directed at me or SBK. What exactly has my gender or the fact that I don't tolerate nonesense posts about women ( which has got no mention on this topic AT ALL) have to do with people throwing their toys out over the post count issue?

Please keep relevant to the topic.

Noted.

I suppose the only thing worse than being to told to get a life is convincing yourself that you need to get one...

No, the only thing worse than being told to get a life is KNOWING you need to get one

Case in point...me.

We can be saddos together harcourt. But, I am afraid your post count is a tad too far under the saddo mark to join the elevated ranks of sadness that is my life (or lack thereof).

Get posting man.

Yesterday was a day that i shall never, ever forget.

Got up at 7. Went to dentist at 9 until 2pm. Had six crowns put on, he had to give me valium and knock me out. Came home all woozy and numb. To find that they had cut my electricity off, so called and mumbled at them. Paid bill. Bought a torch. Went round to a neighbours in the evening to watch TV and fill flasks with hot water for coffee. Put said flasks in a bag along with mobile phone - one of the flasks leaked and killed phone and torch.

Came home, no torch, no telly no computer. Felt my way to bed - slept until god knows what time. Got up at dawn, went and bought a phone card. Called leccy place. Came home to find a rather hansum man putting my leccie on. Turned off all the lights and the kettle was boiling. All this before 9 am this morning.

Oh, and my jaw feels like i have gone through six rounds with Mohamed Ali. But I do have a rather spiffing smile!!!

Oh, and during my blackout, the dam_n cat attacked my bare thigh and left some rather sore scratches. So it's true that cats can see in the dark. As I felt my way around - the wee bastard was lurking and jumping out at me!!! And I was only making sure I wouldn't stand on him!!

Now, it is 10 am. I am enjoying coffee, watching TV and smiling. Next on agenda - getting the mobile phone sorted... perhaps this afternoon.

I hope i gave you guys a laugh, I certainly am giggling away... Life is too short and all that mumbo jumbo!!

Off to Edinburgh next week via Gatwick. Dunno if i will even make it through customs....

What a bugger of a day!!!!!

Hey Patsy.....you'd better make sure that there is no doubt about getting thru customs. Don't be silly.

Don't worry, we have ways to smuggle cheese and chocolates in our suitcases.

I'll probably fall in some gutter with my arm up shouting i need to call this person X.

Pilavera

Wow, I make a comment about my own post count and my own life and look at what results. All sorts of hurt feelings that assume I was talking about anyone other than myself.

Um, guys. Look at my post count. Then look at your own and feel vindicated you have a life. Cheers.

Wow...i feel a bit embarrassed now, because i didnt read the original thread..actually, i still havent. I was just making a comment about anyone who may say seriously to others "get a life". My comment was not directed at sbk. From the looks of things it seems something she said was taken out of context. I think its easy to misread sometimes on forums, but its also not a good idea to let things on a forum get under your skin too much.

I had no idea about the post count thing. I have no idea how many posts i had before, and i still dont know yet how many i have. I'll take a look after i post this.

Im sorry, but i think its a bit extreme to get worked up over something like that. Its just a post count..

Is there some reason why the post count is important (thats an honest question btw, not a sarcastic one)? Maybe im missing the point?

I hate cat fights between people that i like

The only thing is to listen to "Call me Al" makes me fee ok

Ooh nice one Patsy. I havent heard that song in years!

When i was a really young girl, i kinda had a thing for Chevy Chase lol. Actually..I kinda had a thing for Michael Douglas too LOL. I was only 12 yrs old though! It was after i saw Romancing the Stone. Fell for Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones too. Hmm even Simon Le Bon in Hungry like the wolves. Hmm..seems to be a reocurring theme going on there (the whole khakis and hat thing)

Indiana JOnes still does it for me to be honest!

Ooops..this thread is now officially Bedlamised....

Edit: hel_l..Harrison Ford really was delicious, wasnt he? Goddam ageing process. Richard Gere too.. what a beautiful looking man he was!

I gots me my marriage extension today from de immigration an' now 'I'm alright, Leroy...'

last night de local dentist removed de stitches from my tooth extraction an' I found her to be competent an' looks like further, urgently required dental work can be done locally at a fraction of the BKK price and without the associated inconvenience so's 'ah's alright, Roberto...'

got more done in de past 24 hrs than in de past 4 months...

gonna celebrate tonite with Jiffy corn bread an' a can ob Hormel chilli...if dat ain't libben den what is?

what's all this about post counts?

what's all this about post counts?

I think it's what you do on a long train journey.

My life is so occupied that I hardly have time to do anything constructive. I usually go to bed after 2 AM and get up when the morning sun lights up my room. After a shower I check all my incoming e-mails if the local internet is not off... as it frequently is. And, I'll answer any pertinent questions. Then it's off for my morning breakfast of Kow Pad Gai (fried rice with chicken) and bowl of soup to flavour the rice. Then I stop to say hello with a farang friend, and, if he's up to it, we go for a 6 to 12 km walk. Then, it's back to my room for some writing. If I'm lucky I get a few pages done before my eyes tell me it's nap time for an hour. When I wake up I'll check the forums to see what's up and then go to see other friends on my bike. Or, if it's like today, one of my three ladies will come over for an afternoon visit. That's an every other day occurrance. I either make myself a sandwich for supper or I'll go out for a Thai meal. Very occasionally, I'll treat myself to a western style meal. By that time it's evening and time for a nightly prowl. Tonight, I'm taking one of my favourite ladies to another bar that has some live music with a popular Thai band. If you are there at the Guitarman bar tonight I'll probably see you there.

Everybody has their own routine that fits their lifestyle. In Canada, I'm off doing something completely different than what I do in Thailand. I never go to bars and I do all my own cooking and cleaning. I always have. And, all my lady friends are strictly platonic. If I'm not fishing or hiking then I'm either writing or painting.

Oh, and about post counts, I don't check that from one month to the next. It hardly matters in the scheme of things.

Eek quote...

..Harrison Ford really was delicious, wasnt he? Goddam ageing process. Richard Gere too.. what a beautiful looking man he was!

Yes, they WERE hunky looking guys, but they HAVE aged well. I know more than a few young women who had their hearts go aflutter when Harrison Ford was in Chiang Mai recently. And, Sean Connery was still voted as one of the world's sexiest men when he was in his early seventies.

what's all this about post counts?

I think it's what you do on a long train journey.

ahem...why is it that I hear the standard british resentful riposte 'good for some...' when advised of another's good fortune?

btw...the Jiffy corn muffin mix has got sugar innit and the result has shattered my exuberance

Eek, when you wrote on another thwed you mentioned being at school with Sean Lennon. I presume the school was in Rolle.

At about the same time, I went out with the Biology teacher for about 2 months. I was 22 and his name was Geoff Stenson, is that right?

We might have crossed paths. Oops.

BTW, i love the way Paul Simon staggers in with the drum!!

Lacking A Life?

I don't know about dear Old Croc but I'm happy to say that my own "Lack of Life" is back on track and proud to say I lost most post-count, after OC (and maybe others) after learning a little bit more in the polite and oh so sweet and clear explanation given in the other topic.

I'm also happy to have been very busy today keeping my business in Europe and China on track and at the same time receiving sweet messages from my Lady co-partners, like: "what can I do for you ? darling" AND: "darling, the letter is perfect" and these are not my wife's messages but by a dear close gf of hers and mine working along side with my wife, who knows about these messages.

I wonder if many Ladies on TV could "take" this from their partners/husbands, but to be honest, the same counts for Gents and their partners/wifes. Personally...I don't think so, but could be wrong.

It was a relieve after feeling so many pinches & itches here and there the past few days only because I just asked some questions about the silly post-count debacle.

Makes a man feel appreciated, again. ...but, I know: Men are From Mars and Women From Venus

Now...awaiting biting comments, I'm sure.

LaoPo

Eek, when you wrote on another thwed you mentioned being at school with Sean Lennon. I presume the school was in Rolle.

At about the same time, I went out with the Biology teacher for about 2 months. I was 22 and his name was Geoff Stenson, is that right?

We might have crossed paths. Oops.

BTW, i love the way Paul Simon staggers in with the drum!!

I went to Le Rosey when i was 16 Patsy, so that was um..1988 ..hmm no wait..1989..lol. You can see Math/Arithmetic isnt my strong point. Then again, neither is my biology, so i dont know the name of that guy you mentioned. The teachers i remember were hmm... Mr Norton, Dimitri Psaltopolis (who dated my best friend and later married ), hmm ... the Gudins who are the directors, Mr Attica (French side teacher and girls football team trainer..and a major pain in the ass. If anyone shouts "fussiez! fussiez!" in my presence now, i feel a strong slapping urge overwhelming me.), Madame Gonzalez (french and Spanish), Ughh..those are the ones off the top of my head..there are more. Around the same time? Know any of those names?

Funny thing is, i recently received a pm from a guy in the forum who was a year above me in the school after he read that comment! ..it really is a small world indeed!

Sometimes it is better to just let things go.

Sometimes it is better to just let things go.

Unless its your bladder.

........When not in an appropriate place that is.

Ok. But i think you are a few years younger than me, maybe eight or so.

Just wondering, would be weird that you were being taught by a guy i was involved with!!

Anyone here went to the International School of Geneva circa 1980?

Sorry Eek, i just read your reply again and we are out a bit by about 10 years-

Thats too bad Patsy. It would have been really funny if i had been taught by someone you were dating.

Tonight, I'm taking one of my favourite ladies to another bar that has some live music with a popular Thai band. If you are there at the Guitarman bar tonight I'll probably see you there.

Abuse The Youth & Zero Hero were playing. (Edit: ARE playing! Geez its still on..and its midnight. Just got a msg from one of my friends. Looks like its one hel_l of a good night. OW!)

I was supposed to be going there this eve, but ended up passing. But friends of mine went along. Ahh sorry Ian

Tonight, I'm taking one of my favourite ladies to another bar that has some live music with a popular Thai band. If you are there at the Guitarman bar tonight I'll probably see you there.

Abuse The Youth & Zero Hero were playing. (Edit: ARE playing! Geez its still on..and its midnight. Just got a msg from one of my friends. Looks like its one hel_l of a good night. OW!)

I was supposed to be going there this eve, but ended up passing. But friends of mine went along. Ahh sorry Ian

It was a pretty good night and people were standing in the street outside. We were inside sipping drinks between all the flying elbows and bottoms. My ear drums won't forgive me for a couple of weeks. That is if they ever recover.

Sometimes it is better to just let things go.

Unless its your bladder.

........When not in an appropriate place that is.

Anyone here went to the International School of Geneva circa 1980?

What do they do there? Teach you how to drink gin?

Sometimes it is better to just let things go.

Unless its your bladder.

........When not in an appropriate place that is.

Are we not men? There's no such thing as an inappropriate place.