Bobo roaming

Musings on a middle class midlife meltdown

  • A note on this posting I had initially planned to post… well, finish writing and then post… this thing late last week. But a kickabout with some lad down the alley adjoining our homestead led to my celebrating the pictured chap’s below birthday with a bunch of the locals. After a number of shots of locally prepared liquor (I was convinced I was going to become one of those news stories about English abroad who chug ethanol) and some puffing, I didn’t manage to post it, let alone finish it.…

  • *with apologies to both Herman Melville and Mark Bowater. Call me Aaron. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having a fair amount of money in their purse, and nothing particular to interest them on the UK’s shore, my mum and dad thought they would sail about a little and see the southern hemisphere part of the world. It is a way they had of driving off the spleen and spending what existed of my inheritance. Whenever they found themselves growing grim about the A2; whenever it was a damp, drizzly…

  • Hopping the border (quicker going out of Vietnam than it would prove coming back in), the last week has been spent trying to see as much of Cambodia as possible in what would end up being too short a period of time. Will be wanting to come back for sure- assuming that President Xi hasn’t decided to seize Cambodia for China, whilst Putin carves up more of Eastern Europe, and President Trump helps himself to bits of Europe. Christ… you go away for like two months… and the American Government…

  • Note: WordPress is so counter-intuitive, and this has taken so long to post, I have not proofed it. Shockingly, I have proofed the others. I’ll get round to it tomorrow… What even is this blog? It’s not a travelogue. It doesn’t promote specific places. It rambles and gripes about cricket but without going into the detail you’d want or expect from a sportswriter. I’ve posted some decent snaps, he says humbly, with some absolute bangers below, he says less humbly, but if it were a depositary for photos, I’d have…