Thin on content yet with the same misanthropic bile running through it like the words ‘RATHER CHAVVY’ do through a stick of Blackpool rock- that’s the site right now.
Apologies. I’ve been living in isolation in the jungles of Myanmar for eight months.
The novelty wore off seven and a half months ago. I can’t talk to the locals because they have zero English beyond shouting “Hello!”, “Hi!” and “How are you!” at me as they zip past my always sweating and often swearing frame on their scooters.
I try to not snap “Oh just fuck off!” back at them. Usually, I manage to keep it in check but not always. It’s not their fault. I am literally the only white man who lives here, bar a German tour guide who at least gets to chat to the seven or eight tourists who stumble upon Myeik each few days. I have no such joy.
I spin out material through interactions and contact with people much like the spider in the kitchen spins out its sticky web: bum-wise. I can pull any old shit out of my arse- and I’m being strictly metaphorical here- if I have some input to get the gears whirring.
For a while it’s just been fuck all.
The last eventful thing that happened was a visa run to Bangkok. I only started to write about that but didn’t finish it (you’ll find that’s a theme around here and in my life more pointedly). I hope to get it down and then up before I blow this place.
Perhaps after that I will detail the bizarre love triangle and hideous work experience of Vietnam last year and then a new job where I found out the owner was convicted paedophile back in the USA. Clearly I couldn’t work with him due to that, but needed the money. Immediately after, he found he couldn’t work with me either due to a visa run to Cambodia that went horribly wrong in a me getting absolutely fucked up accidentally in Phnom Penh direction.
He won briefly by firing me but went bankrupt a few months later. Fuck the cunt.
I have learnt a lot of valuable lessons the last two years, even if I haven’t explicitly referenced them in the blog. The main thing is, I woke up to the fact I was surrounded by manipulative liars and entities masquerading as people who had been feeding off me for years. Decades, maybe.
To save a very strong and important friendship, I decided to make Truth my guiding light and anything that fell short of truth could not and would not be any longer tolerated in those I choose to associate with.
That said, this is all a work of fiction, right.
I’m actually stuck in Slough and staring at a ring road.