Death is funny (not in the ha-ha sense); one day someone is here, coming to work and the next? Gone. It’s almost like they have gone on an extended holiday. It’s sad, because it’s another person I won’t be able to get to know.
Now on the other end of the scale; the driver of the 400-something bus had an excellent sense of humour; the type that just makes me laugh, and unable to come up with any sort of witty rejoinder. I blame the temporary spell of inarticulation on the weather, which naughtily is pretending to be summer.
The coup d’état in Thailand annoys me for several reasons. One of those is completely fustian excuses given by the perpetrators, namely that it is in the name of “democracy”. Democracy, like that crazy thing the kids call religion, has been false-witness to countless crimes and travesties all under its name.
If they where serious about protecting democracy—and not just forming a populist military junta—they would use the tools of democracy, and not the illegal methods of the insurrectionist.
But more importantly, because it directly involves me, they have made Thailand that much more dangerous to visit, thus once again wrecking havoc with my vacation options. At this rate I’ll wind up in subterranean bunker in Orange wearing a flak-jacket, and eating tinned baked beans. Now isn’t that much better then lying on a white-sand Thai beach, drinking from a coconut?