Poultry and karaoke
Due to an unfortunate chicken purchase at the Asda equivalent of a Phnom Penh supermarket, I've had a few days of the lurgh. A salmonella strain of. Which has been a bit nasty. Not wanting to turn this into a stomach-churning/pity post though, I'll spare the details.
Instead I'll just bimble about writing about whatever and do a rare freefall which I thought I'd be doing much more of when I first started this blog.
Sooooooooooooo, am grateful for the joys of YouTube and catching up with the latest "Scott and Bailey" series and being wowed by "Endeavour - the young Inspector Morse" series-so-far. Not so much by "Shetland" but the scenery was good.
Been trying to use the time productively as well but belly and brain are as flotsam and jetsamy as each other.
Interesting Radio 4 podcast about an Irish man who lived without money for nearly 3 years. And was talking about ways of clubbing together and collectively sharing resources and skills. It made me think how lazy and uncreative money can sometimes make us. And how isolated.
Here in Cambodia, as in anywhere I guess, the big deal in life is to make money and be successful. But whenever I've watched one of the many karaoke videos depicting the love-lives of rich kids in Cambodia, it always, always, always ends in tears. And I get annoyed watching them.
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My inverted snobbery leaps to the fore and I can't help but rant. They have so much, apparently. And most of the population here have so much less. And yet on buses and in cafes across the land, they're there, on a screen, having a whinge and a wail. And it just annoys me.
Oh for stretchier compassion. And some Jesus glasses.
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"Then Jesus looked at (the rich young man) and loved him". (Mark 10:21)
Instead I'll just bimble about writing about whatever and do a rare freefall which I thought I'd be doing much more of when I first started this blog.
Sooooooooooooo, am grateful for the joys of YouTube and catching up with the latest "Scott and Bailey" series and being wowed by "Endeavour - the young Inspector Morse" series-so-far. Not so much by "Shetland" but the scenery was good.
Been trying to use the time productively as well but belly and brain are as flotsam and jetsamy as each other.
Interesting Radio 4 podcast about an Irish man who lived without money for nearly 3 years. And was talking about ways of clubbing together and collectively sharing resources and skills. It made me think how lazy and uncreative money can sometimes make us. And how isolated.
Here in Cambodia, as in anywhere I guess, the big deal in life is to make money and be successful. But whenever I've watched one of the many karaoke videos depicting the love-lives of rich kids in Cambodia, it always, always, always ends in tears. And I get annoyed watching them.
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My inverted snobbery leaps to the fore and I can't help but rant. They have so much, apparently. And most of the population here have so much less. And yet on buses and in cafes across the land, they're there, on a screen, having a whinge and a wail. And it just annoys me.
Oh for stretchier compassion. And some Jesus glasses.
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"Then Jesus looked at (the rich young man) and loved him". (Mark 10:21)
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