I wandered up the back roads and into what could be central Sanur. Lots of resto/bars filled with Europeans and Aussies. I found a good supermarket which also has an ATM outside – 20 minutes’ walk from my hotel. I followed the road down to the beach, past the Holiday Inn and the Intercontinental; theContinue reading “The Tapha, slight return.”
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Tales from the poolside, Sanur
Old jokes. That last post about Dr. Who reminded me of a joke I told my sister, but for many years she just didn’t understand it. I’m not talking about a sister as a child but as an aduklt professional nurse. The joke; ‘What do Eartha Kitt and Dr. Who have in common?’ It wasContinue reading “Tales from the poolside, Sanur”
Dr Who?
Ramblings. Watching the sun go down from the Resto restaurant on Sanur Beach. I suppose that having recently celebrated a birthday that puts me into my seventieth year on this planet, it is inevitable that I will reminisce. A former colleague likes to post on Facebook about his love of Doctor Who, the epic sci-fiContinue reading “Dr Who?”
69th Birthday reflections. I’m a grumpy old git
Sanur July 2026 Watching the world today I see the beauty in nature and the sadness in humanity. Sitting at a restaurant on Sanur beach at the Retro restaurant. The wind in the trees that are part of the canopy of the restaurant; beautiful flowers offering us insights to nature; and dogs chasing their ballContinue reading “69th Birthday reflections. I’m a grumpy old git”
Puberty
When I was in St. Kevins Roman Catholic High School back in the 60’s and 70’s, we had 2000 adolescent boys. Sex was the dominant chat. Puberty included the joke; ‘What did one leg say to the other?’ ‘I see shorty’s growing a beard!’ We longed for the site of that first pubic hair. OneContinue reading “Puberty”
Jimmy B.
Writing about R.A. Ladd took me back to some of the other daftness of growing up in Kirkby in the 1960’s. Some of the reflections still have me crying with laughter, especially things like my brother thinking Nightation meant a bad gas, as in a fart, until I clarified his error as Nitrogen. Then otherContinue reading “Jimmy B.”
R.A. Ladd – my father and farts
I am tempted to use this as a pen name for some of my writing in honour of my father. His name was not R.A. Ladd – it was one of his expressions, though I might have to put that into context in the Liverpool of the 1970’s. My father had the misfortune in thoseContinue reading “R.A. Ladd – my father and farts”
Lost … and Found!
Do you ever feel lost in the world? I know I could say yes because right now I am sitting at my desk in Hawana, Salalah – where is that? Any, recently I have felt a little lost in life. I ‘retired’ five years ago and went back to England. Sadly my income/pension didn’t quiteContinue reading “Lost … and Found!”
Friday 4th July
Happy birthday to the ungrateful colonials! It’s ironic that almost 250 years after becoming a republic without a King, they have elected a man who would be King! (Apologies to Rudyard Kipling). Sitting up late last night, chatting away on social media, I think I have a ‘date’ when I get back to Oman. AnContinue reading “Friday 4th July”
Wednesday 2nd July.
Happy birthday to me! I’m not sure if this makes me a sad old man or an individual – I woke up alone in room 207 of the Sanur Augung hotel, Denpasar, Bali to celebrate completing my 68th orbit of the planet. Lots of happy birthdays popped up on Facebook and LinkedIn, though less thanContinue reading “Wednesday 2nd July.”
Fairy Hanny 