Hot on the heals of my last blog entry [now hidden for the mean time], I received a call from Bangkok; there’s a coup in Bangkok.

I’m a little surprised at this turn of events.

Here’s my recent coverage of Thaksin’s woes. To be honest, it all got too complicated and I hadn’t made any trips, so have nothing since April.

Thaksin steps down?
Streets of colour
Nobody loves you when you’re down and out
How will it all end?

As usual, don’t expect decent analysis of Thailand politics from this site. Instead, check these quality (though potentially overthrown) news agents:

2bangkok.com
The Nation
Bangkok Post

I really don’t like writing about the same thing twice, but unfortunately the hosting company I use went ka-put and lost the entry I wrote about Tibet.

Dad and I just spent a week in Tibet, travelling by train from Chengdu, China. It was an amazing trip.

I’ve put some photos up over three pages:

Chengdu
The train trip
Tibet

[Lyrics to The Ballad Of Tom Jones by Space]

What did I do wrong?
Oh, you nearly drove me cuckoo.
Am I really all that bad?
You’re worse than Hannibal Lector, Charlie Manson, Freddie Kruger.

Why are we still together?
Oh, I can’t leave you till you’re dead.
You mean, “till death do us part”?
I mean like cyanide strangulation or an axe through your head.

It was lucky for us I turned the radio on.
They say that music soothes the savage beast.
There was something in that voice that stopped us seeing red.
The two of us would surely have ended up dead

You stopped us from killing each other. (Tom Jones, Tom Jones)
You’ll never know, but you saved our lives. (Tom Jones, Tom Jones)
I’ve never thrown my knickers at you
And I don’t come from Wales.

Still haven’t solved our problem.
You mean we hate each other’s guts
Still wanna poison your pizza
And I still wanna cut off your nuts

I phoned the marriage guidance
I tied the phone line round your neck
I’m sick of all this hatred
Oh that’ll be the arsenic making you sick.

You were about to drive me over the edge of a cliff
As I tried to jump out, I knocked the stereo on.
You changed your mind and then slammed on the brakes.
It was lucky for us; we’d bought his greatest hits!

You stopped us from killing each other. (Tom Jones, Tom Jones)
You’ll never know, but you saved our lives. (Tom Jones, Tom Jones)
I’ve never thrown my knickers at you
And I don’t come from Wales.

And now our war is over.
I’ve lost the urge to break your neck.
I owe my life to “What’s new, pussy cat?”.
Delilah stopped me hating you and wishing you dead.

Oh, I used to call you Satan.
And you were Cruella De’ville.
But now you call me your Delilah.
And now I’m not your Lucifer.
And I am just a pussycat.

But just a word of warning now
Just in case we ever get tired of his voice.
I know the Mafia, Godzilla, King Kong.
And I know an atom bomb that’s going for a song

You stopped us from killing each other. (Tom Jones, Tom Jones)
You’ll never know, but you saved our lives. (Tom Jones, Tom Jones)
I’ve never thrown my knickers at you
And I don’t come from Wales.

It’s been a while since I added anything to Something Changed.

Here are the lyrics to David Bowie’s Wild Is The Wind

Love me, love me, love me, love me, say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Give me more than one caress, satisfy this hungriness
Let the wind blow through your heart
For wild is the wind, wild is the wind

You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins
You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You’re spring to me, all things to me
Don’t you know, you’re life itself!

Like the leaf clings to the tree,
Oh, my darling, cling to me
For we’re like creatures of the wind, wild is the wind
Wild is the wind

Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
Wild is the wind