The eagle-eyed amongst you may have spotted a post this afternoon warning of a possible break in service as I attempted an upgrade to the latest version of Wordpress.

As predicted, a few minutes later, the entire site crashed, much to my consternation as I all I had done was change a password. I had forgotten that my SQL password is hard-coded into my blog files and it was several sweaty minutes before order was restored.

Took a photo of my camera with my new lens attached:

You give someone a number and your name and address. They transfer that onto a standard letter and print it out. How much would you pay for that?

I reckon two hundred baht would be more than generous. Three hundred baht would be robbery, and three hundred and seventy five baht would be obscene.

So how to classify the 2,375 baht that the British government (all curses be upon them) charges for this service. “Fucking typical” would probably do it.

What do you get a girl who has everything? Well, if you are the owner of a polo club, you build your daughter her very own petting zoo for her birthday.

Not sure how they coloured the chicks; but it did allow the identification of the yellow chick as being zoo leader. The chicks liked to sleep with the rabbit. The ducks chased the rabbit. The yellow chick took revenge by making the life of the ducks a living hell. Would make a good movie, with Robert Downey junior as the evil duck.

It’s Valentine’s day (apparently; I didn’t realise until my wife wished me a good one and I confessed to no card or present or any of that other unnecessary shit. I am so romantic, it scares me). To mark the occasion, the authorities have removed condom machines from Bangkok schools after complaints from parents.

The parents were concerned that the condom machines would encourage the children to have sex. Removing the condom machines will not reduce the desire for teenagers to copulate, it will just mean more sexually transmitted diseases, unwanted pregnancies and and abortions. Nice one, dickhead parents.

One of the benefits of living next the sea is that there is often something of interest passing by; such as these racing boats.

Off to the Saha farms architectural monstrosity to give The Son something else to photograph whilst being simultaneously appalled.