
Met a crazy German tourist the other day and his collarbone is sticking out really badly and he has a bunch of roasties so I asked him what happened. About 10 days ago he was riding home on his scooter on the way back from the pub and he fell asleep at the wheel!!! His friends saw him just slowly drift up onto the pavement and he went flying!
He broke his collarbone really badly and needed a steel plate put it in. So he went to the local hospital where they did the op the next day and the aneathetist had to travel in from a nearby town. It took 3 injections to finally get the guy asleep. The aneathetist apparently looked a bit worried. So guess what happens - poor guy wakes up in the middle of the op!! Has to listen to them drilling and screwing into his bones for the next 2 hours! Couldn't move cos he was heavily sedated. Not cool!
You see crazy things on the road too - like 5 people on 1 motorbike, or an 11 year old kid riding a motorbike while talking on his mobile phone and driving on the wrong side of the road. But u see it all the time. These poor pigs are still alive - it's the only way to move them around.
Yes the beef is very fresh sir!
If you're looking for a good book then I can definitely recommend this one. It's an autobiography of a Cambodian who survived the whole Pol Pot regime and then went on to win an oscar for best supporting actor in the Killing Fields (Hollywood movie). Anyway, if you ever think you've had a tough life then this book will make you think again. It's an easy read and not very political or anything like that. Enjoy!
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Survival-Killing-Fields-Haing-Ngor/dp/1841197939/sr=8-2/qid=1171868213/ref=sr_1_2/026-7628268-9705201?ie=UTF8&s=books


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Sheesh bro I nearly fell off my chair laughing when I saw those pigs. That's histerical. Nice work on getting those desks. Kids are so easy to please in this neck of the woods hey. And none of them hang around in groups attacking people like in London.
Well they do hang around in groups and attack you - but it's more a case of "You buy my postcards Meeeester". Bit easier to defend against than broken bottles and burberry knuckle dusters.
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