StreetCowboy

It was you that bought the cars. Don’t blame the dealer for your addiction.

Whitewash and wallpaper can cover anything. AI might include an element of I; how sure are you that it is a savant idiot, and not an idiot savant? AI is like any other interwibble - why do they want you to believe that?

Your threats are wasted on us. Go to the bank if you want change.

You can’t be much of a man if you blame your latent homosexuality on someone else, or if you refuse to face up to it and try to look the other way.

To be fair, children in the USA shoot people more than children anywhere else.

Your man Houelleberq sounds like a bit of a trouble-maker, linked as you did to so many serious crimes.

New Bike Day on the Opposite Side of the World

I went out cycling in the day time. It's probably safer when the traffic is moving slower. I went up and down Sukhumvit Road, and round about. It surprisingly felt quite safe, so long as you kept your wits about you; I was probably lucky I was on my folding bike, so I wasn't going too fast.

People move on, and change. The guys from back in those days are not the guys that they were in those days, so they’ll not go to the places that are like those places. As I said, maybe on a different thread, I went back to old haunts, but took my bike- for the purpose of cycling- and it was disastrous. I am not the man that I was when I went to those places before. The cycling was grand, though.

I enjoyed Windup Girl by Paulo Somebodyorother. It’s an interesting extrapolation of current conditions.

I took a walk round the bike shops to see what they had in stock. The most positive suggestion I got was from the Giant shop, who offered to sell me my old shopping bike - with different mudguards (less prone to vibration stress failure) and the same pedals that suffered a failure within two years, and my choice of basket, rack, panniers and stand. The parking at my temporary apartment is not very secure, and I need to check the office on Monday.

I’ve been winding down and winding up my life in Malaysia, in preparation for moving onto another life as a Consultant, in foreign climes. So I’ve been disposing of all my bikes, culminating in passing over the shopping bike to my buddy the night before my flight

I f you can't beat about the bush, you shouldn't beat at all. I recently went to the Bank in Hong Kong, and the Bank was an upstanding edifice of traditional, trustworthy reliability, and I could not fault them. I went for a drink, and times have changed, things are different, but people are doing their best. I did my best.

Better too soon than too late.

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