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.