Essays

It happens all the time, and not just in the bargirl scene in Southeast Asia. A young girl (woman) falls madly in love for the first time, and then something goes wrong.

It’s not an easy question to answer, and there may well be as many different answers as there are mongers and others who are presented with the question. Herewith some thoughts on the matter, thoughts that might well bring forth ideas and ways of looking at the issue that I’ve missed or not considered.

. . . catnip to trannies . . .

We were sitting outside on the platform Pete called his porch. His bungalow was a plywood box on stilts, the last in a line of five or six that ran up the hill from the Coconut Restaurant to the chain link fence that separated the scruffy side of Nai Harn Beach from the Phuket Yacht Club. Pete’s “porch” was about ten feet away from the balcony of the easternmost room on the third floor of the Yacht Club.

He notices she has large feet and throws her out on suspicion of being… wait for it… a LADYBOY!!!

I must admit I was a little skeptical on reading the title of this book given that I am no great fan of reading about the sexploits of others. And anyone who refers to Bangkok as “the ‘Kok” is on the back foot right from the start.

Time wasted is the biggest crime.

Gavin is a Nazi. This fact is evidenced by the many Nazi tattoos that adorn his arms and perhaps other parts of his body that I have never and do not wish to ever see.

Norfolk farm boy meets Isaan farm girl.

This is a re-write of a story that was first published by my brother on anotherwebsite.com back in 2004. Just recently, I have been given his permission to bring it up to date and, considering my own relationship with the lady in question over the past 7 years, make some perspective changes before sharing it with you.

. . . lowered by helicopter in a flaming hoop of fire.

. . . on his knees in a bath house with a screwdriver in his hand.

. . . and 1,000 servers decked out in national costumes.