Non-Fiction

. . . her name was Mort.

When I write stories to put here, I label them accurately. If it is labelled as fiction, you can bank on it being just that. For anyone in doubt, "The Business End of the Stick" is total fiction This one is true, it happened yesterday, 24th March 2008, Easter Monday.

I'm watching the girly bars opposite the road from the 7/Eleven while working slowly but with determination on a small can of Leo beer, my favorite brew in this part of the world

It's strange when I think about it sometimes. I love a woman much younger than myself, who I'll probably really never truly know. We have so little past together, no common culture. Our lives have been lived so differently ... Read more.

Living up-country on 200 baht a day for six months... before the nastiness kicks in!

All roads lead to Patpong in Bangkok they say, whoever “they” are. Bangkok is a bright sunny city, filled with dark shady people.

While we were chatting and eating the lone monk started his eulogy in a droning voice that made it hard to stay awake after a while. Luckily luk thung music (love songs/torch ballads) was blaring at near concert hall levels from huge columns of speakers set up in the street almost in front of us. Paeons for the dead emitted over the speakers; loud enough to wake the dead in my mind ... Read more.

My wife said, 'I think old lady dead soon. Want to see me and sister before she dead. You come too, okay?' ... Read more.

It was a real 90’s conversation.

I caught up with a friend in Bangkok the other day.

This girl... I can't remember her name which is a shame because I should. But then, to be honest, I can't remember her telling me her name so maybe I never knew it. We met under loud circumstances... Very loud. It was in a bar called Firecats, an upstairs bar on Patpong ...

I awoke one morning in the village to the plaintive wails of odes for the dead. The village had become an odeum. A strange and beautiful, yet sad, music filled the air. ... Read more.