isanbirder
Surin Dinosaur
If it's a fool's paradise, it's better than a wise man's hell.
I was not familiar with this phrase.
I am now and I am sure I will have (many) occasion to use it.
I made it up, Co-co! (well, I think I did).
If it's a fool's paradise, it's better than a wise man's hell.
I was not familiar with this phrase.
I am now and I am sure I will have (many) occasion to use it.
I made it up, Co-co! (well, I think I did).
It happens, Nomad. I was sent to RAF Changi for my National Service in 1956-7, and my one thought after I finished my degree was to get back to Malaya. I came back in 1961, and after a couple of months in Singapore, was sent to Kuching. My assistant was a Sea Dyak, my best friend there was last heard of running an ashram somewhere in Australia, and I learnt a very rustic dialect of Malay. This came to an end too soon, as there was a crisis in Kuala Lumpur, where my friends included one Bartholomew Diaz, a name from Portuguese history, and Gathorne, Lord Medway, who lived by a jungle river looked after by Temiar aborigine servants.
Things settled down after this. My car was stoned during one of Singapore's riots, I witnessed the upheavals in Hong Kong during China's Cultural Revolution, and was out on the streets to defend Hong Kong Chinese people's rights to British citizenship.... and also to protest Tiananmen Square.
When my contract with the British Council concluded, and my Chinese partner was dying of cancer, we chose Chiangmai to retreat to.... before the ultimate Chinese takeaway of Hong Kong in 1997. He loved Chiangmai, and so did I. He died in 1996.
Life goes on, and I met my current partner in Chiangmai in about 2000. He wanted to come home to Buriram, and I joined him in 2007.
I have lived in interesting times, and this is where I've finished up; at 77, I'm unlikely to move again. Nowhere is perfect, and certainly Thailand, and the villages where many of us live, are far from perfect, but I have made my life here, and shall I not look for the best of what I have? If it's a fool's paradise, it's better than a wise man's hell.
Alas, Coffee, whenever I think I've created a phrase to remember, somebody is bound to remember it from elsewhere. Foiled again! (like Bluebottle)
Not Cogito ergo sum, but I enjoy, therefore I am.
Bluebottle, IB, may be a somewhat esoteric reference for some of our non-Brit members.
One of the best conversations of all time was between Bluebottle and Eccles.
Bluebottle: What are you doing here, Eccles?
Eccles (after pause for thought): Everybody's got to be somewhere, Bluebottle.
On Spike Milligans headstone is his final joke. "I told you I was ill"
"Duirt me leat go raibh me breoite" is actually what's on his gravestone.
I admit I'd forgotten a lot of the wonderful Goon Show. Was it Bluebottle or Eccles who died, and they put up a stone to mark his grave, and on it was the inscription,
"57 miles to Poona"?
That might have been Colonel Bloodknock, IB. Not sure.
Yes, it was, John. I'd forgotten.
(I shall be going back to Much Binding in the Marsh soon.... definitely second childhood setting in!)