Come to Papa! 

This is me at Bung Sam Lan, just outside Bangkok this afternoon, reeling in the mother of all catfish, Brian. Brian is not going to come into my net without a damn good fight! 

The name of the casket-makers below where my apartment was where I stayed for three weeks. The apartment had no windows. A bit like one of David's caskets, I suppose. I didn't notice the name of the shop until I looked up just before I caught a taxi out of there, nearly ten years ago. Sent a bit of a chill through my spine, I can tell you! Good to go back and visit and find the shop still there. 

Rich English, Taipei, Taiwan. This is the place where I took up a post as an English teacher in January 1996. It wasn't to be. After three miserable weeks working in a cram school I left. I had the chance to re-visit Taiwan last month to attend a regional ICT conference, representing the British Council, Thailand. 

Much happier times!

This is me, standing by one of David (Taiwanese Undertaker)'s finest caskets. 

Also had the good fortune to catch David, the owner of the establishment arriving on his luxury motor-scooter. After explaining why I was loitering around his shop, he kindly asked me in and gave me a bit of a tour of the place. The unit I'm standing by is made of finest mahogany. There were others in teak and even some Italian imports. I guess if you're gonna go you may as well go in style!