Back by popular demand...

…the ME SHOW! Just like The Lion King the musical! Only with less loin cloth. (Parenthetically, I always thought this was lion cloth when I was a kid, and this still makes perfect sense to me – where are you wearing one where lions [or some other big cats] aren’t either present or implied?).

Let me start off by saying finally, fina-godamm-ly, we got those train tickets to Laos booked. Laos is, by the way, not pronounced ‘lay-oss’ or ‘louse’ unless you want to be understood by people from the States. It’s pronounced ‘low’, like ‘loud’ without the ‘d’ or like ‘OW!’ with an ‘l’ but without the shouting. See? My blog is both entertaining and educational. And you thought you were wasting your time! Psht!

Actually, quite a lot has happened since the last blog. Since then I have done a Tour of Duty in Australia – visiting mum for her bee-day (with pant, as in, ‘Was she under-clothed this time?’, ‘Why yes, fortunately she was with pant’), and caught up with a select few friends who have consequently earned a place in my Facebook Top 4.

I also had a lovely romantic dinner with Aarron at Manta, which predictably devolved into ingesting every colour of the alcohol rainbow at Vegas Lounge. Monica was there. I think. It may have just been the Ghost of Kidneys Past with a similar hair-do and a penchant for walking off. The hangover was DREADFUL. My liver repeatedly tried to eject itself from my body – kind of like Goose in Top Gun, sans merciful death. Luckily I’m one of those people who NEVER throws up so I could savour every last molecule of vodka Redbull poisoning until late into the next evening.

As for Bangkok, it has been storming every day and getting wetter and wetter and humider and …heyyy. Spellcheck just turned that into ‘humidor’, one of those things you store cigars in... which isn’t probably that far from the truth. One does feel a bit like a poop stick in a box after a heavy midday downpour. So it really has been getting humidor in Bangkok. Because of the rain I’ve been looking for a pair of gumboots here, (btw, never say ‘gumboots’ outside of Australia or people will think you’re autistic,) but can’t find any. No one seems to stock gumboots or rainboots or Wellingtons or whatever name you prefer – people just walk around getting their feet wet.

As you might have guessed by it being a developing country and all, the streets of Bangers aren’t exactly Domestos Freshed every night, so I’m not down with the wet feet culture. A feet culture is exactly what I want to avoid (zing!). Apropos the gumboots, I briefly went through this confusing brain loop: do they go over shoes or do you wear them instead of shoes and carry your shoes around with you? This question was always in the back of my brain somwhere, I just never had to address it until now. I was too scared to ask Roger, because I knew it’d be one of those things I'd regret as in he'd never ever let me forget about no matter what the answer was. Therefore I concluded – quite rightly (?) – that gumboots over shoes would have to be GIGANTIC and way beyond any practicality you would get from not having to carry your proper shoes around separately. The search will continue…

Also:
a) I think Dallus has officially finished? I don’t know? Please don’t ask me?
b) The BF and I have leased a new house so close to the office we may as well be teleporting ourselves to and fro. We move in next month.
c) I’ve been plodding through A Brief History of Time. Still. It gets much lighter after the bit where he explains how gravity bends four-dimensional space-time – it’s practically a rollick!
d) Nyu/Zorro/Moses – the foster kitten – was adopted by a loving family. I’ve been through every single possible emotion five times and have settled on Pleased, Because I Know It’s Best For Him. See below for pictorial.
e) Still jogging. Can finally jog without holding onto the handrails and/or smashing teeth on front panel.

"Moses"

before

after

Next time: more Laos, more rain (hopefully gumboots), less money, more love, less Natalie.