Humor

Thaddeus Thunk, sat miserable and slumped in his office high above the Friday afternoon cacophony of Silom Road and tried again to avoid naming the cause of his disquiet. He knew that he had to try just as well as he knew that the effort would come to nothing. It always had.

A case of mistaken identity or how I learnt to fend for myself..

As I sit many a night in some den of iniquity in this city of knaves and harlots I tend to people-watch between gropes, inane conversations with the agogo dancers, and swilling my over priced brews and satanic concoctions (what exactly are in these mixtures anyway). I watch my fellow scopophiliacs as we sit awash in the aural bombardment of that seemingly ubiquitous ‘song of songs’ --- Hotel California.

As a young boy I was brought up ‘in the church’ as the phrase goes. I was a Catholic altar boy (never molested, thank Christ) for years. I was taught Latin in school by nuns and priests, a ‘parochial’ school as it is called. There the boys entered one door in the morning, and the girls in another. The ‘sexes’ (even at that young age) were kept separated.

I approach Asoke and stand on the corner overlooking the crossroads of the magnificent abortion of this city square. The traffic growls and snarls as it awaits the countdown lights to reach ground zero. Motorcycles amass at the head of the queues, like storm clouds on the horizon, revving their tinny engines reminiscent of Nascar race drivers at the starting line. It’s loud and noxious.

Big Bob was from Texas. He was six feet four and weighed 350 pounds; hence his name. From the time he first arrived in Bangkok, back in 1982, his favorite bar was the ...

Thailand for therapy...or how to build self esteem.

Lovelife of a Hong Kong Embassyman with a Filipina, an American, and a Thai.

Escape form the Big Mango is the ramblings of an Englishman, who on many visits to Thailand never left Bangkok. I hope that I convey what life with a Thai Family in the rural North is like.

"Hi... My name's Mandy and I'll be your hostess for the evening."

Showered and in fresh clothes I walk down the stairs of the Nathon Residence, my eyes scanning the lobby for possible Lady Recepcionist related "problems".

I find myself back in a local Song-Thaew from Na Thon to Hat Lamai where I wanna spend a few days of relaxation.

Yet mae! Was a common shout of exasperation from Ting when he was goaded by the taxis drivers sitting around the chicken stand waiting for fares.

Dick Peters Reports From Asoke Place