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…I didn’t quite expect this.
Thousands of red-shirted supporters of exiled former Prime Minster Thaksin Shinawatra, have each donated blood, which has been collected in bottles all day, and now poured at the gates of Government House.
Truth is stranger than fiction…
I walked up to J Avenue for a late lunch today, and took my new camera (Sony DSC-W230) with me. Home via the scenic route…

Lunch – steak & swiss cheese sandwich, with cha yen. Glorious.
Continue reading ‘A photoblog – because, well, why not?’

A week in Southport would once have seemed the dullest of destinations.
But having now lived in a variety of elsewheres for about seven and a half years, I think I’ve spent long enough away to appreciate what can be a surprisingly pleasant town.
Perhaps absence makes the heart grow fonder, and I’ve no doubt that I’d be bored silly if I were to spend years, or even months actually living there again, but yet a week was not quite enough.
I hadn’t been back to England for almost two years, and quite aside from family and friends there was so much more that I’d missed without even realising it.
Continue reading ‘Dear Old Blighty’