Humor

I'm jealous of my friend...I covet his wife.

this guy didn't come down in the last shower

A horror story on Sukhumvit

How to buy peace.... the Thai way.

The editor walked into Hades a little after midnight. She looked like she knew what she was after. She swaggered over to the bar and said hello to the bartender.

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

Our suggestions for a book with this title received international acclaim. Several readers on the WWW requested their friends in Bangkok buy extra copies to send them. Nobody has a better focus on what matters most than guys sitting in topless go-go bars. We’ve tried to write a bar fining guide for idiots. But succeeding with bar fines is more difficult than most imagine and our continued screw-ups with them mean we really don’t know how to bar fine, yet. So our efforts on this project remain a work in progress but our book outline is a classic.

This Village Daily Special Report was banned in Malaysia at the International Conference of English Teachers with Strange Accents. The Annual Thai English Teachers Par Three Putt Putt Rodeo in Chiang Mai banned it for two years in a row. The Bangkok Post sent us back the burnt ashes of their complimentary copy. These reactions tell us it remains an insightful look at the business of teaching English in Asia.

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.

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.

The lads wake up to their second day in Bangkok. More of the same but a different voice tells the story.

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 ...

Fifteen, twenty years ago a mate of mine had had a bag full of Britain. The details are tedious but if we were reading his autobiography we'll pick things up at the point where he was on a jumbo jet heading for Bangkok, flush with his last three months wages and the little equity he'd managed to pull out of his terraced house in Stockport.

Brainwash: verb subject (someone) to a prolonged process to transform their attitudes and beliefs totally. Oxford Dictionary