One has great sympathy for the Thai people at the moment.

[redgunamo]

No. You can't go around eating Air Commodores, r. This isn't Uganda.

The Kennel Club doesn't recognise them anyway, so **** 'em.

[Burney]

Well, it's either Thailand, Cambodia, the Langedoc or Norfolk, I haven't finally decided.

At the current rate, Norfolk might be the only affordable option.

I didn't know you fancied Norfolk. Whereabouts? North coast?

[Burney]

Saying that in Thailand is enough to get you 5 years in chokey. They really are very, very touchy about royal dignity.

(I appreciate that you aren't currently in Thailand, of course. It's just a heads-up in case you should decide to visit.)

That said, it would have been good if Morrissey had decided to regale them with his trenchant views on monarchy

[Sir C]

I gather Thailand is rather good for that sort of thing, I have many former colleagues who have retired there to bush hut and beach to "think about things".

People leave you alone there apparently.

Certainly. Outside the big cities one is treated as a mild curiosity and no more. No one cares what the crazy farangs get up to as long as they maintain a jai yin and dish out the baht regularly. Mai pen rai, r.

[Sir C]

I didn't know you fancied Norfolk. Whereabouts? North coast?

Always have. Big skies, you see? From horizon to horizon, nothing but sky. Great flying country.

I haven't considered a particular area. One of those cute Constable-evoking villages, I suppose.

[Sir C]

That said, it would have been good if Morrissey had decided to regale them with his trenchant views on monarchy

Well, 'good' if you'd enjoy watching him being torn limb from limb.

So, good, then.

[Burney]

Always have. Big skies, you see? From horizon to horizon, nothing but sky. Great flying country.

I haven't considered a particular area. One of those cute Constable-evoking villages, I suppose.

Well the North coast isn't really like that, of course. It's more rugged and windswept. My only worry about Norfolk would be possible winter bleakness. The wind comes straight off the Urals with nothing to stop it getting into your bones.

[redgunamo]

Certainly. Outside the big cities one is treated as a mild curiosity and no more. No one cares what the crazy farangs get up to as long as they maintain a jai yin and dish out the baht regularly. Mai pen rai, r.

Whatever that means.

Anyway, think: Cary Grant in Father Goose, trying to drown his CIA/DEA/Golden Triangle past in strong drink, before that French trollop and her squadron of schoolgirls turns up and spoils it all.

[Ash]

Always have. Big skies, you see? From horizon to horizon, nothing but sky. Great flying country.

Have you taken a stroll on the Hoo peninsula? I was there last weekend. Atmospheric and hardly met a soul. Marshes, big skies, huge cargo ships, wildlife, old bits of what look like WW2 defenses. Pip & Magwitch country. You almost imagine the prison hulks by Egypt Bay and the rattling chains of prisoners.

[Pokster]

I haven't considered a particular area. One of those cute Constable-evoking villages, I suppose.[/QUOTE]

I thought that was Suffolk?