2nd day on the beautiful island of Koh Samui and our movement is restricted by sunburnt legs of the highest order. Dangling your pegs over the side of a boat for an hour long journey in 35 degree heat without applying sun cream is really f***ing stupid! Talking of restricted movements, Thai curries keep other things moving along with a bit too much momentum... The 10 hour coach journey from Bangkok was marred by an overbearing stench of urine coming from the ove...

Bangkok is a monster.... but I f***ing love it! Take London crank it to 11, dose it up on speed and whiskey, and it would still seem reserved in comparison. This place is absolute insanity! The smell of piss, s***, smog and incredible street food come together to make an aroma like nothing else. An oxymoron of horrible lovliness. Chatachuk market is an experience I tell ya. About a billion stalls (only a slight exageration) selling just about anything and ever...

Retirement now commenced. Bye bye bulls***, boredom and Britain. No more working for the man and the evil empire. This time next week i'll be somewhere in bangkok with my amazing missus, chock full of beer, thai whiskey and very high spirits. One more week to endure this fine british summer then we are off round the world. To say i am excited is the ultimate understatement. Come on world, lets f***ing have it! HA HA HA HA HA