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    I've left it for a couple of days for Steed to reply, but he hasn't so I will as I live in Thailand too. I suppose it's like other places, some bits are great, others less so. I've lived here for 13 years now. The weather is hotter, from mid-February to May it's very hot, often well over 30C. Then the rains start as it might not have rained since the October/ November the year before. Then it's hot and sticky until the rains stop about November. Then it gets cooler to what the Thais laughingly call the cool season. On a bad day the temperature drops down to about 15C and the Thais all walk round with hats scarves and gloves on saying "Now, Now, Now" which is "Cold Cold Cold" then mid-February it starts to get warmer and cycle restarts. The best time to come for a holiday is mid-January to Mid-February as the Christmas/New Year tourists have gone home and it's still coolish. The fruit is gorgeous, fresh sweet pineapples (Unlike any the man from Delmonte said 'Yes' to) lychees, rambutan, fresh mangoes, pomelo (like a grapefruit but sweeter), custard apples which are full of small black seeds but taste lovely. And then there's the king of fruit, durian. My daughter loves it, I loathe it. It's supposed to be like eating the loveliest tasting custard in the smelliest toilet. Durians are banned from many shops and certainly from hotels and airplanes because of the smell. The food tends to be spicier, particularly up here in the north-east of the country, and you soon learn the words 'mai pet' which means 'not hot', otherwise they throw the chillies in by the handful. There are hundreds of road-side stalls selling all sorts of foods cooked as you stand there so it's fresh. The general cost of living is cheaper. But some imported foods are getting expensive. The price of cheese here makes me want to cry. It's expensive because the Thais don't eat it, despite having buffaloes the milk from which could make a mozzarella type if they wanted to. But chicken, pork and fish including prawns are very cheap. We pay our council tax once a year. 250 baht, that's a fraction over five pounds. yes, five pounds. Our bins are emptied twice a week from a communal bin outside (think blue plastic oil drum. There's no piped gas, only bottled, but electricity is getting expensive. We pay 60 quid a month but that does include three air-con units running all night plus two fridges etc. 13 years ago when I first arrived here when I walked through the local market you could hear the words "farang, farang" "foreigner, foreigner" being said as you passed because there were so few of us. Now nobody says that as there are so many of us. But we pay our way. To get my yearly visa I have to show that I have 16,000 pounds in a local bank, or have an income of about 1,400 pounds a month. And despite living here all these years I have to report to immigration every 90 days with a copy of my passport. They must have a stack of paper 3 foot high about me alone by now. I cannot own land, I cannot do a job that a Thai could do. The people are usually friendly but do have the misapprehension that all foreigners are stinking rich and if they borrow money there's no obligation to pay it back. And robbing a foreigner is nearly acceptable as that's just adjusting the balance a little and they can afford it. They do also look down on Thai girls who marry foreigners. Think back 50 years to the first black people in Nottingham and what we called the women who lived with them. My wife is 44 years old, hardly a girl, but we always make an effort when we go out to dress well and conservatively, no skimpy shorts, tight T-shirts. Thais do judge you very much by appearance and the concept of 'face' here is very strong. People will have a new large car that takes up most of their income in repayments because people see their car and they gain face. But they might live in a shack, but nobody sees that as you nearly always entertain out at a restaurant. Wildlife? I've killed 30 snakes in the past 13 years. Now I only kill cobras as I've learned to shoo the non-venomous ones away. There's little house lizards everywhere which eat the insects so they're OK. There's a very nasty centipede whose venom doesn't kill you, but at the time you wished it had. Lots of ants, small red, large red, small black large black. Wasps, termites that can eat a wooden door post so it crumbles to dust if you touch it. Two scorpions in 13 years, one killed as a reaction to being surprised, the other shooed onto the empty land next door. A couple of large lizards that live outdoors. one called a tuk-gair because that's the noise it makes. the other a ching-len whose front feet are set well back down its body so you often think it's a small snake coming along the garden wall. But all of those are more frightened of you and usually disappear if left alone. I kill cobras and the centipede without hesitation if they're on my patch of ground, but I don't go looking for them. Time is different here. Thais seem to have no idea about being on time for a meeting, appointment etc. And their regard for human life is different. Mostly Buddhists they believe in reincarnation so they can drive 4-up on a 125cc motorbike all drunk as a lord and if you're killed it doesn't matter as you'll come back again perhaps to a slightly better life. I once saw 6 people on a bike although 2 were babies being held in-between the other passengers. 5-up is common enough, 3 and 4 normal. At the Thai new year in April about 350 people die every year, mostly young motorbike riders. One last thing: the language. Thai is technically a mono-syllabic tonal language. Many words are just one syllable but that syllable can be pronounced in up to 5 different tones making 5 totally unrelated words. The sound 'my' can mean 'or not', 'wood', 'burn', silk', or 'new' depending how you say it. There are 44 consonants in the Thai alphabet and a separate alphabet of vowels, single vowels or in combination to make 32 different vowel sounds. There are no plurals in Thai so no letter 's' at the end of words. No word for 'the' or 'an'. But despite all this I wouldn't go back to the UK for another pension. Sorry about the essay, but you did ask.
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    As many of you know, I don’t have a lot of free time, but I did manage to finish my new book. I decided to write about a passion of mine; Golf. As a preview, here’s the Table of Contents, full of valuable playing tips, insider information and winning strategies to improve your game. Table of Contents: Chapter 1 - How to properly line up your Fourth putt. Chapter 2 - How to hit a Nike from the rough when you hit a Titleist from the tee. Chapter 3 -How to avoid the water when you lie 8 in a bunker. Chapter 4 - How to get more distance off the shank. Chapter 5 - When to give the Ranger the finger. Chapter 6 - Using your shadow on the greens to confuse your opponent. Chapter 7 - When to implement Handicap Management. Chapter 8 - Proper excuses for drinking beer before 9 a.m. Chapter 9 - How to urinate behind a 4" x 4" post ... Undetected. Chapter 10 - How to rationalize a 6-hour round. Chapter 11 - How to find that ball that everyone else saw go in the water. Chapter 12 - Why your spouse doesn't care that you birdied the 5th. Chapter 13 - How to let a Foursome play through your Twosome. Chapter 14 - How to relax when you are hitting three off the tee. Chapter 15 - When to suggest major swing corrections to your opponent. Chapter 16 - God and the meaning of The Birdie-To-Bogey Putt. Chapter 17 - When to regrip your Ball Retriever. Chapter 18 - Use a strong grip on the Hand Wedge and Weak Slip on the Foot Wedge. Chapter 19 - Why male golfers will pay $5.00 a beer from the Cart Girl and give her a $3 tip, but will balk at a $3.50 Beer at the 19th Hole and stiff the Bartender. Hopefully you will find my book intriguing and purchase a copy. Please send on and hopefully more people will buy copies!!! Thank You!
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    I lived on Henrietta Street off Highbury Road and remember the shopping. No supermarkets just different shops for things, and rationing. We would leave home and go through Nansen Street to Broomhill Road then down to Highbury Road turn left and the first call was the post office for a postal order for Fathers football coupon, then across the road to the co-op, butter, bacon, sugar (in a blue bag), flour, tea (loose not tea bags), washing powder (Oxydol, and Persil), soap (Lifebouy), and other things I cannot remember. payment by cash (check number 56612 for the divi) went to the office by one of those overhead spring loaded things and the change came back the same way. On we went no meat or greengrocery at the co-op they were not in favour for that. Back across Highbury Road and along to the chemist, then May Clark's sweet shop (Goody shop May to a small child) St Bruno tobacco for Father a small Dairy Box for mother and som Quality Street., Across the bottom of Henrietta Street to (I forget the name) greengrocers (Mum said the quality was better) then sometimes Mr & Mrs Limb's shop for things like buttons, Naylors newsagents at the bottom of Henrietta Street to pay for the papers that had been delivered (Daily Herald on week days, News of the World & The People on Sundays, Evening Post and Dandy & Beano & Radio Times). Then back up the hill home. Meat came from Habgood's on the corner of Ockerby Street and other things from Ernie & Mabel Radford on the opposite corner. Other trips were to walk down to Bulwell Market to shop on the market and up Main Street to Steggles pork butchers for a pork pie (the best in Bulwell). All carried by hand no cars in those days, life was different.
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    I was over in Wales a couple of weeks ago and there were some blokes there shooting Rabbits with .22 air rifles, and these were proper 'air rifles' using an external source of compressed air to power them. I had one lot of 5 shots and hit their target a good 50 meters away every time , fantastic piece of kit , but way out of my price range !! They invited me to have a few shots at the rabbits that night (Lamping) but I don't think our Charlotte would ever have forgiven me !!
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    Perhaps somebody in Nottingham could approach the Nottingham Evening Post and get a reporter with a tape machine of some sorts to interview older people to get the dialects down for posterity. They are dying. My dad died in January last year aged 92 and he used words that I didn't and I use words my son doesn't, especially as he now lives in Edinburgh!
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    Marc Bolan had a "black cat, the wizards hat" could this be the same one? Rog
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    Remember that it isn't the camera that takes good pictures, it's the person using it. An idiot with a very expensive camera will do nothing compared to a good photographer and a basic camera.
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    All you Johnny-come-later contributors to this Medders Burials thread know nothink. In my time we used to build a Barrow on the Reccie, with a stone circle around it and burn a few Druids for entertainment. My favourite rite was when they threw vestal virgins off the Castle Rock, and all Medders residents would get drunk on mead and dance naked whilst descending down Mortimers 'ole. The Reccie went downhill when they installed the slippery dip, roundabouts and swings which lowered the tone of the place. The burial records are recorded in rune inscriptions buried at the Brierley Street corner of the Reccie about 3 fathoms down.
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    Old character in Thurgarton, Albert Holmes the greengrocer, always addressed men as "Serry"...... I've always assumed it to be a corrution of "Sirrah" which of course is an archaic way of saying "sir". It sometimes came out closer to "Surry" or even "Sorry". My dad used it occasionally with locals but not with "outsiders" as it was of course prone to cause confusion. It was not unusual either to be greeted with "Ow yer doin' Mester". All died out now of course. Round Ashfield/Mansfield area and the Derbyshire borders, "yowth" was quite common, used to hear a lot of that up at Butterley. As an aside; one of my regular deliveries, a pet shop in Pontardullais, is run by a Mansfield lad. Naturally when the two of us get nattering it doesn't take more than a second for us to slip into dialect. This once prompted his (very Welsh) wife to remark, jokingly, "I bloody hate it when you two get together, can't understand a word you're on about!" Cue reply from me, "Now you know how WE feel"!
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