Yesterday I got in to work and sat down at my desk, when my boss stuck his head around the corner to speak with me. He took one look at me and said “Your eyes look like two eggs floating in a bucket of blood”.

My colleague from Sydney Andrew “The Bermanator” Berman is in town for a few weeks, and we’ve been out drinking every night solid for the last 10 days. It appears to be catching up on me, and I’ve been forced into early retirement as I simply cannot keep up with The Bermanator in full steam.

After 1am it is illegal to sell alcohol on the streets of Bangkok. The local vendors who ply booze from little wheelcarts manage to get around this by serving your beer in dinky little plastic cups, as pictured above. This photo of an enthralled Andrew was taken at about 4am one blurry night last week. I think we both need a break. Hopefully a quiet week or two is in store now for Your Man On The Ground.

More news as soon as my liver recovers.