Melting In A City In The East.

After a particularly harrowing ‘long-maul’ flight on ‘Swiss Air’ via Zurich, Paul arrived in Bangkok wanting to burn every shitty Cuckoo Clock in the world. Slit cute little ‘Heidi’s’ throat, using a Swiss Army Knife of course, and then kick her into a boiling pot of Fondue. Suffice to say it was an airline of…

I Miss Saigon.

Her crown may be glitzier, her gown may have more sparkle, yet her face is almost unrecognizable. Lifted, filled and bulldozed to make up an entirely different visage to the one I met here, almost twenty years ago. Lucky enough to be sailing and performing on The Q.E.2., we docked here, on the Saigon River,  on…

The Killing Trees.

For centuries the trees have told us tales - whether they be stories whispered of fairyfolk 'neath the woodland canopy, or literally via the paper these great literary giants produce. The trees have always spoken, and we, have always listened. When Andrew and I decided to visit 'The Killing Fields' of Cambodia, neither of us…

Bandits And Bumguns !!!

We made our way across the dusty, deserted roads of south eastern Cambodia, driven by Mr Lucky. We realised after the third time of overtaking on a blind corner, with juggernauts speeding towards us, just how he acquired  his name. We were bloody lucky to survive. Andrew & Lucky We were also fortunate to miss any…