Oooooh...get him!

This is me in one of the suits I bought in Vietnam. It's only in the cold light of day outside of the dimly lit Vietnamese shop interior and away from the high pressure sales techniques of the staff that I realise how shoddy the workmanship is on the both of them. The leather jacket I bought is slightly better. Actually, once the creases come out (if they ever do...they were crammed in a small box for about four months) and worn with a decent shirt as opposed to the laughable free ones I was given I think they may look better.
Still, I could of skipped the suits and jacket and had sex with roughly 17 Vietnamese prostitutes for the same price instead. If that wasnt morally indefensible of course.

Home again, home again, jiggety jig.

This is me enjoying a patriotic pint in an English pub whilst good old patriotic pissy English weather rains down outside. Whilst I went for a pastrami ciabata rather than roast beef and mashed potato I have had plenty of Sunday lunch type food since being back as well as consuming my body-weight in pizzas, wine and kebabs. I think I have spent more money in the last two weeks in England than in the last month in Asia and my hard earned Asian build is definately softening up and spreading waistward.
I shall be heading to Cornwall on Thursday to stay with my parents for three weeks (they know I'm coming to stay but they dont know it's for three weeks yet) and may post more entries on this blog if anything exciting happens as technically my holiday hasnt come to an end yet.
Yes, here I am in Merry Olde England, trying to adjust to crap weather, high prices and an almost overwhelming sense of impending doom with relation to getting a job and moving back into crappy, shared accomodation.
Who knows, maybe I'll end up finding myself in the Robarte's Arms in Cornwall. Hey it could happen. They do food in there now.

And nooooow....the end is neeeaaaar....

....and so I face...the final curtainnnnnnn. Or final Singha beer maybe.
Here I sit on my very last day in Bangkok/Thailand/Southeast Asia.
I read The Beach yesterday.
As it's the quintessential corny backpacker read I'd steadfastly refused to read it before now but I thought it would be a pleasing notion to check it out right at the end of the trip just before I head home. It was surprisingly enjoyable. I am such a literary snob.
I got a henna tattoo on my forearm yesterday as well. It's a horned goat's head skull thing and I got it purposely to torture my mother with by pretending it's real which is why I chose such a terrible design. I've already noticed a few people giving me funny looks as they walk past. Kind of like, What kind of twat gets a henna tattoo like that for fuck's sake? looks. Tee hee.
The bar/hostel/restaurant/internet cafe I'm in is showing Ginger Snaps Unleashed in half an hour. Goody.
Umm...cant really think of anything profound to say on my almost last post.
Uhhh...I was chatting to a Swedish guy last night who was the spitting image of the bloke who played Stringfellow Hawk in Airwolf.
Yes, that will have to do.

And the Queen's Gallery plays another blinder.

Definitely the best gallery I have seen on my travels. Laos and Cambodia have no contemporary art scene to speak of and Vietnam's consist of really bad facsimiles of existing western art styles depicting Vietnamese scenes. Alright, Singapore had good contemporary art but that's cheating as it's not really a country although it's considered as such plus it has the immeasurable advantage of a heavy and healthy British influence over it's affairs.

I think I'm getting really patriotic. As Neil said in response to one of my emails, "typical, you go travelling and discover your inner fascist".

I want to go fox hunting when I come home. But replace the foxes with single mothers and immigrants, they're a bit more nippy.

By the way, sorry the last picture is a bit blurry but I had to take it quickly as you were not supposed to take picture or even have your camera on you and I've been told off elsewhere in Asia for doing so.