Last night was a busy time on the roads as the population of Thailand headed home after their new year break. So of course we would look to the nation’s policemen to help ensure a smooth flow of traffic.

Heading back from the polo match I joined Sukhumvit south of Pattaya and hit a massive jam of traffic, presumably all heading home to Bangkok. It’s a clear stretch of road with two lanes in each direction, so no obvious reason why there should be problems. Then we arrived at some cones which were funneling cars into a single lane, and then there were the signs indicating this was a police checkpoint. An inconvenience, but no doubt the brave upholders of the law were there for a good reason. On the look out for assorted criminals perhaps, or drunken drivers.

The good news for you is that there are no more polo tournaments until February, which no more polo photos will be inflicted upon you (unless I find something really special over the next couple of days of processing). The bad news for me is that there are no more polo tournaments until February, I rather enjoy them.

Anyway, here are the (probably) final offerings from last weekend.

No chance of this being mistaken for a post about football.

View the larger image, I think it is rather fine.

Yes.

Shot when nothing much was happening at the polo. I don’t know the name of either of them, perhaps you can help….

Polo is a hard, rough sport played by adults. But nobody told Martine….

She who must be obeyed has been working over Xmas, and has to work today and tomorrow in order to accumulate some days for a trip we intend taking in January. But yesterday was a rare day off so we found ourselves, as is usually the case, sitting in a coffee shop.

I could see her looking around at the slick surroundings in a slick shopping mall, and then came the question: “How has life changed since you were young”?

So, what proposals do we have today Brad?

Well, there’s a man who wants to make a movie using mainly special effects. The lead character will be blue and the movie will go on for nearly three hours.

Oh God, not another indie wannabe director. I suppose he is looking for 100,000 dollars to make his low-budget masterpiece.

Not exactly, he wants $300 million.

What?! You’d have to be on a shitload of drugs and have drunk enough alcohol to drown a horse to say “yes” to that one. And I am and I have. So, what’s the man’s name?