We are used to the mess of wiring hanging from poles around Thailand. Someone, somewhere, knows how it all links together, because the electricity supply is mainly reliable; only disrupted where we live by the wildest of storms.

But what if you wanted to build a house and the power cables were rather inconveniently routed across where you wanted to put your roof? Who would you call? Who would come and move the mess so you could build your cosy house free of cabling? Probably nobody; so instead of moving the cables; you just build round them…

Apologies for the absence; but have been somewhat busy with a rather important transaction; the sale of Spike Mansions, headquarters of the Pattaya Days global operations. And also where our cat keeps its litter tray.

A contract has been signed and large amounts of cash have been furnished as a deposit. I have resisted the temptation to rush out and spent it all on wine, women and lenses; partly because she who must be obeyed would kill me, and partly because I need the cash to purchase somewhere for us to live (and the cat to keep her litter tray).

Do I take a photo of the concrete mice with my smart phone before or after I stare at her arse? It’s tough being a monk.

None whatsoever; and any commenter who makes even a passing mention of the upcoming nonsense will be banned for life and have an inflatable bladder inserted into their rectum.

You are welcome.

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2014-06-11 | ivo says

you are pissed at something?

2014-06-11 | Spike says

No more than usual. I am merely aware of a gathering hysteria about something that is about to happen in South America which interests me not in the slightest.

Also known as “sunset”.

Up at 0430 yesterday to take she who must be obeyed to the airport so she could attend a family funeral. I justified my absence by explaining that someone needed to keep our remaining cat company…

At the motorway toll booth I saw our first post-coup soldier! He had a gun and all the necessary accessories, although the threat of suppression was somewhat diluted by the fact that he was reading a newspaper. Never mind, I averted my eyes, pulled down my cap and muttered “shit just got real”.

My wife, who had failed to notice the soldier because she was busy posting a photo of a rainbow to her adoring Facebook fans, asked me why I had said that. I told her. “Silly man”.

Took an hour and a half to deliver her to the airport; but I had photographic plans for the route home.

First stop was a temple (Wat Khao Din), close to the service area on the Bangkok/Chonburi motorway. It looks very cute as you drive past it; but actually visiting it is a bit of a disappointment because you can’t stand back from the temple to admire it and get some photos. A prime candidate for an aerial shot. Getting to the temple requires a turnoff before the service area and a rather complex set of manoeuvres in order to enter the narrow road that runs next to the motorway. For some reason the exit road was completely jammed; and after ten minutes queuing I took the first exit I could reach; and found myself back on the motorway heading south.

So instead I had to run for about fifteen minutes before finding an exit and making my way back up the side road. Then I had to drive around the temple area for a while until I found a suitable launch site.

Olympus E-M1

Panasonic GX1

Remove all items from your roof rack before proceeding to the start line…