Sunday Quiz

What is five years old today? What has 1,894 posts, an average of more than one a day? What has more 8,000 comments? What has had more than 400,000 views?

Answer: This

Happy birthday to this. Didn’t really expect it to go on so long, didn’t expect to have quite so many visitors, didn’t expect that any of the visitors would have anything to comment. All very surprising. Thanks to all those who have got involved, apart from those who have threatened to kill and/or sue me. You know who you are and may karma visit you in the night and stick a bat up your nightshirt™.

Stumbling down a back alley in Siam Square yesterday and I came across this:

She who must be obeyed has a two day seminar in Bangkok. While she is learning nothing of importance and eating snacks, I intend wandering the streets of the big mango with camera in hand in search of something to shoot. Will be good to get away from Pattaya and I look forward to inflicting photos upon you when we return.

The fifth birthday of Pattaya Days will soon be upon us (well, upon me anyway), and I intend marking the occasion with a searing exposé on one of the great unknown rock groups of the last century, the Dumb Terminals. It’s a shocking story of a lust for fame, socks down the trousers and an appalling lack of musicianship. Stick around, you won’t want to miss it.

First evening in Bangkok and she who must be obeyed offered to treat me to a meal at the restaurant of my choice to celebrate her recent annual bonus which had turned out to be more than she expected.

I chose Zuma, and we had one of the best (and most expensive) meals we have ever had. Great Japanese fusion food and a fine bottle of wine, a lovely evening. Thank you wife, please work hard and do it again next year.

Knocked out a few photos and here they are, straight off the iPad. ISO from 1000 to 4000.

Not to be outdone by the UK shock horror news regarding the abundance of horse meat to be found in assorted meat products; Thailand has hit back with its own little scandal.

A housewife in Buri Ram bought some sausages from a local vendor and took them home to cook for her family. They were tucking into the third sausage when they discovered bits which were undoubtedly originally kitten.

Suitably shocked at having their dinner interrupted, they made vomiting noises for a while before doing what any sensible Thai household would do; they built a little shrine and placed whatever was left of the cooked kitty upon it. Much praying ensued, and for reasons that are not made clear, the number 42 (which as we all know is the answer to life, the universe and everything) popped up as a lottery number and duly delivered a winning result.