I fly into Bangkok on August 1st. Leah leaves on the 3rd. I have to leave before the 6th? Why? Because George W Bush is visiting the city for two days on the 6th and the 7th. And if I don’t leave, I’ll likely end up being arrested for throwing poo at him. Or at the very least trying to get on telly with a huge sign saying “FUCK OFF YOU CUNT”.
Too little, too late you retarded dwarf. There’s no point trying to make friends now you’re about to drop out of office. Pretty much the whole world hates your guts. Deal with it. Sucking arse for a few weeks won’t change anything.
We all know how tasty and satisfying a good sniff is. Or a lovely delve into the nostrils to howk out a sizeable bogey to chow down on as an aperitif. So it really annoys me that with all the starving in the world, the likes of Ronaldo (both of them), Rooney, Beckham – hell, even our own dear Shearer – can be guilty of a horrendous waste of snot.
Many is the time I’ve seen a professional football player snorting a nostril or two full of sticky nose-juice onto the ground during a game. I know they’re rich and I know they drive stupid cars and wear suits that cost more than I earned in a year. I know they can wipe their arses with gold credit cards and use a fresh condom every time they have sex. But to be seen on TV throwing good food on the ground when there are millions starving in the Third World is nothing short of a disgrace.
A campaign should be started to force them to blow it out into a bag. After the game, it could be shipped to a needy child in Ethiopia or the Sudan who can’t generate enough bogies of their own for a good snort. Think of the children! Please, will someone think of the children? And the bogies.
Hans sent me this link to a story from the Canadian Globe & Mail. It’s about a monk who’s decided he rather like metal – he cites Megadeth and Dream Theatre as favourites – so he’s decided to form a band and play live. This year he played at Italy’s Gods of Metal festival for the third time and he’s racked up about 150 gigs so far.
His name’s Friar Cesare Bonizzi, he’s 62 and he’s a Capuchin Monk. Why do I like him so much? This quote from the article:
â€œI never did it to preach, I did it because music is beautiful … If I want to convert people, I simply want to convert them to life, to welcome life, to enjoy life,â€ he said.
â€œI am religious and I am a priest but I am not doing this to convert people to Christ, to faith or the Church, but for them to try to understand life, to be able to enjoy it. Nothing more.â€
Good on him. He’s a prime example of a religious person I could not only tolerate, but really like. Good on him and I hope the new album does well. In the meantime, here’s a vid of him from the GOM festival.
When enjoying the skilled oral attentions of a pretty young lady (col. “getting a blow job“) do not relax and savour the moment too much. If she is to query your rapture with the phrase “Did I just hear you fucking snore?!” it is liable to result in an end of sexual pleasure for that evening, and perhaps some time to come.
[Aside: I love the tags that Zemanta came up with for this post – ranging from “blow job” and “oral” to “Religion and Spirituality” and “Christianity”. I guess church-goers suck a lot of cock.]
I’ll play catch-up when I can, but in the meantime apologies for the dearth in posts recently. I’ve been very busy, hopping from place to place and many haven’t had internet access or I’ve just not had the time to post stuff.
I am currently in Bangkok (again), on a free terminal in a clinic. Don’t panic, not that kind of clinic and somewhere I’d made an appointment not ended up after a dubious night with a ladyboy.
Long and short – I have working eyes. Well, incredibly light-sensitive, sometimes blurry, have to keep putting drops in for a few days eyes right now. But gimme a couple of weeks and early indications are that I will have eyesight better than 20/20 without visual aids for the first time since I was my early teens.
More details shortly, but right now we’re in aÂ nice hotel with expensive internet. Now that I can see again (had an eye mask on the last day or so), I’ll get typing with other posts, mainly for the Travel Blog, including details on the procedure I had. I’ll likely cross-post those over here. Once we shift to another hostel on Monday, I should have access to free wi-fi and I can upload all the typing.
I’m looking out the window over Lumpini Park and I can see buildings in the distance. Not blurs that I kind of know are buildings, but actual lumps of concrete. I can almost count the windows!
yes, I am happy. Even if my eyes and nose are running…
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