Holy Moses, what a deluge that was Friday night, ay reader? Punters citywide got soaked. I was trapped in Nana Plaza longer than a monger’d
Hey reader, how was your week? Mine started with what I call a “Thailand problem.” Thailand problems are problems that are only problems in Thailand.
What’s up, reader, how’s that low season for ya? The girls in the gogos won’t stop moaning about it. And apparently the pessimism got to
Hey reader, how’s it going? Man, summers in Thailand are hot. These days, Bangkok simmers like a giant wad of gum stuck to a sizzling
In the early 20teens a band by the name of Florence and the Machine made a song called “The Dog Days are Over.” She must
I’m a redlight optimist. When it comes to this life, I try to look on the bright side. To see the silver lining. Find the
Hey reader, how you livin’. This worn-out whorrior (whore warrior) is tuckered out. I’m tired because it turns out flitting between Bangkok redlights all week
‘Sup reader, how you livin’? If you’re a Bangkok punter-slash-monger, you already know that the redlights are absolute mayhem at the mo. There are more
What’s up reader, how them nuts hangin’? I’m assuming low and sticky, if you’re in Bangkok. It’s hotter than hades and Patpong’s ladies these days.
Hey reader, how they hangin’. If I sound a bit down in the mouth in this post, it’s because I am. I’ll try to put