Playing pool
Just returned from a relaxing long weekend with parentals in Hua Hin, holiday resort by appointment to the Thai royal family, and many lumpy Scandinavians in inappropriately skimpy swimsuits. Highlights: excellent seafood restaurant; cool waterfalls; the temporary loss of my mother's undergarments in the hotel pool, gamely retrieved by father (how they ended up there is a mystery that may never be fathomed); the vain search for the world's largest stone frog (well, that's what it said on the sign); and, best of all, watching two bright cerise dragonflies duelling like a pair of Regency bucks, at least one of them played by Stewart Granger.On to Cambodia tomorrow. Update upon return, end-of-the-week-ish.
posted by Tim Footman at 11:37 AM
7 Comments:
"On to Cambodia tomorrow."
And to think, Jello Biafra predicted all this nearly 20 years ago....
Good job he was wrong about California, isn't it?
Bob
And to think....your mother lost her undies not far from where Spalding Gray wrote 'Swimming to Cambodia'.
You're wrong. He doesn't look like a cerise dragonfly at all.
"The temporary loss of my mother's undergarments" sounds like the start of a poem.
Except nothing rhymes with "undergraments".
"Which were borrowed by squirrels or other such varmints"......
so jealousssssssssssssss
Better the DKs than Kim Wilde, Bob. Although not if you want your garden doing.
And look what happened to him, Dick.
You should see his underwear, Jun.
Annie R and Mary do tag poetry. I like.
Don't be, Flirty. Grass greener and all that.
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