Morons

In the space of a week I’ve experienced two road rage incidents.

First one: went to a colleague’s house for mulled wine and mince pies. I parked on the side of the road. Meanwhile, a moron of a colleague decided to park on the other side of the road opposite. I too, would’ve had road rage if I was the neighbour trying to get to work and the road was blocked. So, I go out to move my car and the guy starts shouting at me ‘you’re not going to park there again, you’ve just blocked everyone’ … ‘no shit sherlock’… as if I’d put my car back there again. I try to calmly explain I’m parking somewhere else and he throws his arms in the air and shouts ‘oh you people’… ???

Second one: my tires on my bike are so hard since they were pumped up on Monday, that this morning going over a tweeny bump my basket went flying off infront me. I squeezed the brakes hard, as did the two cyclists behind me. But we were all fine… such are the hazards of biking. This happened just before a very, very narrow part of the road, you know to stop speeding cars. I had to get off my bike and pick up the basket… blocking the traffic for less than a minute if that. As I get on my bike the moron in the car behind me honks his horn which flusters me and slows me down more. He honks again, so, I turn around mouth at the wanker to ‘fuck off’. Possibly harsh, but he wasn’t helping my cause to get out of the road. It’s not like I could’ve simply vanished into thin air to leave him to run over my basket.

So, I get on my bike and ride off into the sunset… and round the corner I hit another bump and off goes my basket, this time not in anyone’s way, but Mr Honk the Horn stops his car, gets out and starts shouting at me… I can’t make out what he’s going on about but I shout back ‘my basket fell off you moron’, and he shouts more which got the deserved very loud reply from me to OH JUST FUCK OFF! He drove off. I hadn’t noticed the two guys standing on the pavement witnessing it all – they shook their heads smiling and tell me the guy was a wanker. Yeah, really?!

RAWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRR

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You got paradise. Al Medina Beach House, it’s Morocco in Thailand… built by my favourite work partner when I lived in Bangkok. As a hobby she built this resort and it’s finally ready for guests.

Nice right?

Ya’ll in Thailand I highly recommend you try it out and tell your friends about it, tell the whole world about it infact 🙂 It’s located on Khung Vimarn Beach in Chantaburi which is not very developed, so it’s peaceful, quiet and super relaxing so…. TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS 🙂

Tis an order.

Here are some more enticing photos:

Tall or Grande?

I live with someone who used to drink coffee until he was 9 at which point he decided he was going to give it up. Advanced for his years. Anyway, he’s stuck to his guns and 27 years later he doesn’t touch hot drinks unless they’re chicken noodle flavoured and he often muses how he’d like to be able to go to Starbucks and order a ‘mochachocalatteskinnybirdblondecappachiono’.

I’d like to see him try.

Hopelessly bored

I’m sure I should be doing something constructive.  Anyway.

Realised today that I’d been riding my bike on flat tires, no wonder it took me 10 minutes longer to get to work recently. And not to mention how everyone was overtaking me and how much hard work it was. So, I finally got the tires pumped and boy what a difference.

Meanwhile, all I feel like doing is eat cake and shop.  Wanna stuff my face with cake and more CAKE. And I wanna buy the whole of Zara and I wanna buy all the christmas decorations in John Lewis. I want, I want, I want. And I wanna a lot of money to be able to buy all that.

*sigh*

Going to make a cup of tea and eat some nuts. Hrmpf.