Martial Law but no Mr. T...

In the Land of Smiles

Guess what I've woken up with every morning for 6 weeks?

It's only a hangover - one I achieve without drinking anything alcoholic.

Tired of this unrelenting daily annoying sickthummy, and fed up of my no-booze cruise, last night I had me a little experiment: ten bottles of Heineken.

So I have hangover (again). But at least I feel I deserve it this time. (I shall be learning the name of my doctor when I get back to the UK.)

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Next, the UK's hottest Thai celebrity resident: Thaksin Shinawatra.

He's the most hated man in Thailand, which is now controlled by the army; with the support of people and their King, who in his 60th anniversary year is the world's most popular monarch.

Mr. T began the month with a job, as a twice elected Prime Minister, but has since been popularly fired and forced to bunk up with his daughter at University in London.

Thailand's new PM, Army General Surayud Chulanont, said deflated Thaksin is 'entitled to return, but only at the right time'. Which from Thai to English approximates to not soon.

Ah well, at least he'll be able to watch the days and minutes go by on some of his 35 gold watches. Time is on his side (well wrist). Even if nothing else is.