Cigarettes! The smell really does bring out my Tourette’s… I don’t care that people are smoking themselves to death while making some tobacco company owner very rich. I just hate the feckin smell! Why do gobshites have to light up their stink system in restaurants? We banned it in bars and restaurants in the UK.Continue reading “Old git rant again!”
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Not so Smartphone’s.
Smart… Today, walking along south Sanur beach, close to the Mercure hotel I literally saw a one-armed man walking with a smartphone in his hand. What would he do if he tripped? What would be his reaction? Faceplant and save the phone? Drop the phone and save himself? My mind boggled. Maybe I am oldContinue reading “Not so Smartphone’s.”
Another silly smartphone story.
Families…in Bali. I have been watching a family of new arrivals today, clearly a bunch of misanthropes – there would be many a Doctoral Thesis available from these guys for Psychology students. They never seem to talk to each other! At breakfast all five sat in silence while scrolling their phones – I did notContinue reading “Another silly smartphone story.”
Smartphones.
I think they should be renamed as Dumbphones. The Orange buffoon would be proud to tell you there is a ‘B’ in dumb. I also think there is a bee in his cranium and it is buzzing around in the space that should hold a brain. I think that for many people doomscrolling has becomeContinue reading “Smartphones.”
More reflections in Barbarossa.
People, places, beliefs. Luke is my oldest friend. We met aged 11 when we started secondary school, though it wasn’t until we found ourselves in the same ‘A’ level Maths class that we became friends. We’ve both just entered our 70th year… I began to wonder about friendships. My secondary school had 2000 boys andContinue reading “More reflections in Barbarossa.”
Sanur
Since sitting in these resto-bars in Sanur, I have developed a new allergic reaction to cigarette smoke. The smell sets of a tourettes type reaction and I find myself muttering Tw@ and Cvnt, over and over and over. Why do these eejits think it’s ok to pump out that stench when people are eating? IContinue reading “Sanur”
How the Fork!!
My last post made me think of this! Some cliches first. In my 70th year, which means finishing eight decade on this rock. Two centuries and two millennia. And I wonder how I am still alive! Aged 2 I had some sort of argument with my older sister so she smashed a bottle over myContinue reading “How the Fork!!”
Sunday, back at the Barbarossa.
Barbarossa – I think of Frederick and Hitler… No duck breast today so I went for Barramundi, as I don’t think I’ve ever had it. Most white fish is very bland and I think that is why it is always served with a sauce of some form. I like to cook Rainbow Trout, Salmon andContinue reading “Sunday, back at the Barbarossa.”
Paloma bar, Sanur, Bali
Watching the Dancing Queen and the Daydream Believer. Lovely ladies passing in the night. I cant believe the Daydream Believer is 41 with a teenage son. She looks about twenty! Then again, in my travels I have noticed that Asian women seem to age very slowly until they have a year when they go fromContinue reading “Paloma bar, Sanur, Bali”
It feckin stinks!
Phuket. I am sure I will write about this a lot! They legalised Cannabis in Thailand so the place is filling up with pot heads. That takes me back to my youth when I was a big fan of a band called Gong. They had songs about Pothead Pixies, Flying Teapots and Submarine Captain Capricorn.Continue reading “It feckin stinks!”
