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Eller burde være det, hvis man selv vil altså.

Nu rejser konen og sønnen til Thailand næste måned på noget der ligner en hemmelig mission, jeg må ikke komme med, jeg skal passe katten, datteren skal passe restaurationen, og vi skal stort set passe os selv!

Underligt nok føles det ganske godt, selvom den kone har lidt underlige ideer ind i mellem, man ved aldrig hvad hun kan finde på, så måske drypper det på degnen:TUP
Eller ikke.

Ellers er det noget roderi i Thailand, alle vil gerne have mere end de andre, men sådan er det også i Danmark, bare se på alle dem der skifter parti når deres eget er ved at gå fallit, her gælder det om at bide sig fast i bordkanten, så man ikke skal op i den arbejdsløshedskø man selv har skabt.

Jeg er lidt spændt på hvad varanen har fundet på derude, og det er hun måske også selv.

Sådan har livet nok heldigvis altid været, vi ved aldrig hvad der skal ske

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jammen Skipper dog hvad med Mercedes skal den med ud i varmen )SK)

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Der er ikke meget fest over livet herude, det Thailandske folk bliver lige nu udnyttet på det groveste, de bliver slået ihjel, kvæstet, de får ikke deres løn andre får ikke betaling for deres vare som de har leveret

måske vender festen tilbage og folk kan leve i et frit samfund, men,men,men først skal regningen betales den regning som den nuværende regering har lavet

det vi tage mange år at rette op på de skader, som er blevet påført samfundet igennem de nu 2 år

Vi, Fruen i Huset og mig ( sagde hunden) vi klarer os vi har min kæmpe folkepension, som hvis jeg er heldig, bliver udbetalt hver den første

Skipper du har også din fede pension, så kom herud og brug løs af den, så vi kan få lidt glæde i en ellers trist hverdag

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Ja livets glæder er uransagelige det gælder om bruge løs af sine midler inden man skal i det sidste tøj der er ingen lommer i har jeg hørt (dog ikke prøvet)




SÅ SÅ trist og trist solen skinner da næsten hver dag
Mvh. Maichai

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Hej Maichai

vi, os falanger klarer den, vi mangler ikke noget, det er bare lidt svært at feste, når ens naboer, venner og bekendte har det svært

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Livet har aldrig været en fest for de fattige i Thailand, og jeg tror heller ikke det bliver det fordi endnu en flok af Tordenskjolds soldater kommer til magten igen igen.
Vi andre har det heller ikke så let, er begyndt at kigge på prisen på brugte cykler, og hunden har fået et gammelt halsbånd fra naboens hund.

Men lidt bedre end de fattige risbønder i Thailand har vi det da heldigvis.

Måske ville det hjælpe hvis de gjorde som under den franske revolution, og huggede roerne af alle de rige svin der udnytter dem hver dag, og aldrig bliver straffet for det.

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Her er lidt Monty Python omkring deres fattigdom som barn.




Og her er teksten:

Four Yorkshiremen Sketch
Monty Python
Four well-dressed men sitting together at a vacation resort.

Michael Palin: Ahh.. Very passable, this, very passable.

Graham Chapman: Nothing like a good glass of Chateau de Chassilier wine, ay Gessiah?

Terry Gilliam: You're right there Obediah.

Eric Idle: Who'd a thought thirty years ago we'd all be sittin' here drinking Chateau de Chassilier wine?

MP: Aye. In them days, we'd a' been glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.

GC: A cup ' COLD tea.

EI: Without milk or sugar.

TG: OR tea!

MP: In a filthy, cracked cup.

EI: We never used to have a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.

GC: The best WE could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.

TG: But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.

MP: Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness."

EI: 'E was right. I was happier then and I had NOTHIN'. We used to live in this tiiiny old house, with greaaaaat big holes in the roof.

GC: House? You were lucky to have a HOUSE! We used to live in one room, all hundred and twenty-six of us, no furniture. Half the floor was missing; we were all huddled together in one corner for fear of FALLING!

TG: You were lucky to have a ROOM! *We* used to have to live in a corridor!

MP: Ohhhh we used to DREAM of livin' in a corridor! Woulda' been a palace to us. We used to live in an old water tank on a rubbish tip. We got woken up every morning by having a load of rotting fish dumped all over us! House!? Hmph.

EI: Well when I say "house" it was only a hole in the ground covered by a piece of tarpolin, but it was a house to US.

GC: We were evicted from *our* hole in the ground; we had to go and live in a lake!

TG: You were lucky to have a LAKE! There were a hundred and sixty of us living in a small shoebox in the middle of the road.

MP: Cardboard box?

TG: Aye.

MP: You were lucky. We lived for three months in a brown paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six o'clock in the morning, clean the bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down mill for fourteen hours a day week in-week out. When we got home, out Dad would thrash us to sleep with his belt!

GC: Luxury. We used to have to get out of the lake at three o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of hot gravel, go to work at the mill every day for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would beat us around the head and neck with a broken bottle, if we were LUCKY!

TG: Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.

EI: Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, (pause for laughter), eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."

MP: But you try and tell the young people today that... and they won't believe ya'.

ALL: Nope, nope..

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Monty Python er uforlignelige, brutale, afklædende alle der kommer i nærheden, store som små, og vil være svære at slå som samfundsrevsere, engelsk humor når den er bedst:TUP