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Tina is great.........A 'one trick pony' but truly excellent. To run through those 2 routines night after night after night....Showing, (despite the groundhog day feeling 'she' must get), such outstanding professionalism is greatly to 'her' credit. The old Malibu...... same venue different building....had so much spontaneity. Every night it was epitome of the Thai clichés "same same but different" It also had a very good mix of all three sexes. Something for everybody! My favourite act was the extremely sexy and purely pooying... Lady Marmalade's, Volez vous couchet avec moi sur sois.' Or as they lip-synced it "Poolais pooh.........' I always enjoyed how the same problem appeared when they mimed to, 'Your my Venus, your my fire,your my desire' They always, whoever took lead that night 'sang' ...Your my penis........it was unintentional which just added to my puerile snickering in the back row. Some of the dancers were sooo delicious. More sex appeal by far than I ever saw in a go-go. Their dancing improved each visit and so did in most cases their sweat covered, glistening..(steady atlas).. bodies! The problem with the principle girls was that on their rare day off they used to want to sleep in until 4 or 5pm. And,if I saw them after work...by the time they'd eaten, cleaned off the thick make-up, showered and it was 5 mins to 'curtain up' ...atlas was more likely than not to be thinking of his cocoa and slippers. Still I had some memorable nights with them..... That's despite my often fitting in a short-time from the go-go downstairs .....before I got the Malibu knock on my Penthouse Hotel door. I'm picturing as I write, one night in the Penthouse Hotel with Malibu's stunning principle lead of the time.... She wearing nothing but a bikini fashioned from jacuzzi froth.....standing on a mirrored, dance pole podium above the jacuzzi, undulating to the throbbing music as only she could...... While atlas. anticipating the coming action, lay back in the tub..... drink in one hand, rampant and engorged member in'tother, filling up his lungs and blowing as hard as a Harley to loosen the froth bikini's grip on her two perfect puddings........It's a picture that will comfort me long into my dotage. I hope Tina can get some girls back........Malibu needs them.

A pale shadow of it's former glory.

Love it too........It means 'Waterfall of pork'........I ask for it 'mai 'ow man'......Without fat! Love it!! Looks good too. My other fav' "gang key lek' means what it looks like........ a plate of "Curry shit metal" A less enticing ring to it I agree ..Ask for it 'Sai Nang kwai' (buffalo skin). They won't have it (thankfully) but a falang asking for it always makes them laugh.

Walking through the London yuletide of '66.........Mid-evening in the West End .........Our pockets bulging with the 2 and 6 penny bits and ten bob notes that we'd cadged by wishing all our paper-round customers a, "very merry Christmas sir" We were 14 and this was swinging London. We had the Beatles new single to whistle, the World Cup and James Bond.....But life was about to get even better..... Some spur of the moment thing, pulled us out of the cold and into an Indian restaurant. We already knew the waiters well enough.......they'd sometimes give us bread and marge' at the door round the back when we were, 'ank Marvin' after an afternoon of swimming in Seymore place baths. This time though, we were going through the front door. .....The waiter's bowing respect, the flock wall paper, exotic pictures, the sound of sitars......... the deep red carpet.......were..... 'bloody posh'...... but the smells..the SMELLS they were like nothing we'd ever experienced before. We were so excited but trying act as though we were men of the world and did this all the time. We both ordered chicken 'something' and rice.......and a plate of chips....."why not we were loaded?" Without asking, the waiters brought water. I thought this was for medicinal reasons and that I was about to have my socks blown off. Bloody right!! .....After mopping up the last of the 'gravy' with a soggy chip and sweating buckets, I closed my eyes .....Sensing my face it felt like it was just an enormous swollen tongue in a burning mouth with giant, throbbing lips! ...And I was hooked.......We both were. I never smoked and avoided all the drugs of the sixties.....But that day I became an eye-rolling, lip stinging, arse-burning ..... curry addict! More than 40 odd years and thousands and thousands of pounds later, I became addicted to Thai girls .... as the girls take presidence (it takes 3 days to clear my system)... AND as you can't get a really good one over here anyway........I've kicked the habit. My stomach and my arse are grateful. 'The Romna' in Seymore Place is still there..... rice stained wall-paper, deep pile carpet and ravi banging out a raga on lead sitar..... The waiter's are dead and their sons run the place now. Whenever I go back to England I try to fit some shopping in Oxford Street with a lunch in there...........I remember the waiter's kindness to us, before we were paying customers and our respect for them and that wonderful first taste of India. .....Not to mention the, 'Ertha's' the next day!!

Sounds like a worthy cause.....and most of all.'Trustworthy' that's where I'll be putting my baht this Christmas......After I've paid for some glasses.....I thought you were called VPL78...... My apologies... ruined half my jokes too! Anyone who wants to contribute to "The Glasses for a poor Old Sod registered charity" please contact me in the " Jomtien Home for the bewildered"

Good morning VPL...."May the 4th be with you!" Sorry for the delay, a Karmicly conspired power cut occurred in Jomtien, just as I was about to press the post button the day before yesterday. Honest.... as God is my witness! Of course, when I'd paid my bill for breakfast the power came back on, but one of the world's greatest posts was lost forever. Yesterday, at breakfast the internet was still down so..............Here we are! I'm 'C of E', and proud of it! Though for me that basically means,..... Christmas and Easter! ......You know the presents and the chocolate eggs........! I don't have anything that could be classed as an adherence......Yet I'm not an atheist either. It's a bit of a muddle I agree. I'll admit to a little envy of people with a faith..... and the comfort that that must be to them.....For me I don't even believe in 'pantie lines' unless they're 'visible' 'VPL' What I'm saying is that I don't have a religious axe to grind. I find Buddhism ( what I know of it ) to be very interesting. The merit system and Karma much more intriguing than the straight....C of E Choice ...."Well atlas my boy, what's it to be for you... Heaven, or Hell? ...Or do you fancy a little bit of purgatory first?" "Well Heaven would be nice Lord...may I call you Lord?" "Hummn....Well you remember when you were 6 years old.... the day you put the black, fish-eating fish in with the angel fish of your mate's aquarium?" "Didn't think you saw that Lord.......Err!" " Absolute bloody carnage atlas.......I couldn't miss that!...And the next day you farted in assembly right in the middle of My prayer.........." .........Basically, if there's a God, and he's still keeping score, and he's gonna go 'that' far back... then... I'm buggered! The posts above in this thread could be catogorised as expressing some element of doubt as to who any charitable giving in Pattaya ends up going to. I think that same doubt can be felt in Western countries as well. From Oxfam, Unesco, and the World Wild Life fund (King Carlos)......to the Vicar's Sunday collection plate. We're all a suspicious lot when it comes to giving our money away! All races, all religions all beliefs! OK, having established that....And hopefully 'un-twisted your knickers'.... 'VPL' .....I asked 2 questions. #1 was for someone (yourself maybe) who know a bit about it to give us their thoughts on Karma as an incorruptible force. And how it works. Question #2 I'll agree is probably not answerable...It's how the girl justified the merit making at the lake with the call for the death of my friend following as they did so closely one after the other. I should think the merits she'd accrued gave her a little leeway for the day...But maybe it put her back to square one.....or would it undo all the good and push her into negative territory. In which case I'd better get her off to the 'Fish-shop sharpish. As it happens I saw the girl in question yesterday and she said she'd gone to bed early that night to have a "lottery dream" but couldn't sleep because she felt so bad about her words. Which sounds like good old Christian ....even Jewish guilt to me. An important element you'll agree in any 'adherence'. Anyway I'd be interested in your comments.

An interesting theory and I'm thinking along the same lines.....Can Karma merits be awarded, by 'interpretation' in either side of a given situation? Can Karma be bent to suit whatever view point you take?? Or is karma an incorruptible force beyond interpretation? Buddhists please explain Just yesterday a girl I've known for 4 years took me to a lake between Teprasit road and Sukumvit ........It's the park with the 2 Concrete elephants outside it on the same road as Rioja. She goes there to make merit. She buys fish,and gob, and jinjock at a nearby market and sets them free in the lake. What a lovely girl I thought. Later at Cafe le Mar over lunch....when I told her a friend of mine who recently returned to the UK was sick she said, "Good I hope he dies" (He had given my number to another girl over Songkran, so she had a motive....but!!).......lovely girl I thought....Buddhists please explain!

I heard, (a little bird told me) that the finches we are asked to pay to set 'free' from their tiny cages, are trained to fly straight back to their 'owners' shacks.....(mansions)?..... to be set free again tomorrow. Surely the Thias doing this gain de-merits in their 'tally of life......' little red minus' put next to Somchai's name......I suppose it's rationalised in some way........... Maybe......... ....."Money is evil......it's the cause of so many of the world's problems...so much fighting and jealousy......So many sleepless nights...so many unhappy people.........Because I care and and want to help make you happy..........give your money to me!" Yeah that will do it!

Got me thinking......... Where exactly on the chicken do they get the nuggets from?? .........And where can you get the baseball caps with the peaks at the back??.........And I can never spot the camoflage shorts when I want to buy a pair..........and.......oh my nurse is calling.........again.

Jordan might still be giving lessons on the 4th floor of Mike shopping mail.

Jacko..... on points!

Red shirts on a Sunday last round?

As a certain BM is sadly not around anymore it falls to me to point out pedantically, the 3rd dimension..........Surely said bollocks would be cubic! The goading (Joe'ding) effect of this would be to ruin your day 'BD' and leave you thinking.."Why did I bluddy bother?" As it is, I took great pleasure in this lady's triumph......... Reducing through greed a pillar of the capitalist system to a figure of ridicule ......and a member of the justice system to a gullible twerp. Through your joke I found myself fondly recalling a rhyme by William Shakespeare learned at my father's knee more than 50 years ago....... which went like this....... "A mathematician named Hall Had a hexyhedronical ball. The cube of its weight.... Plus his pecker times eight... Was 4 fifths, of 5 eighths, of.... fuck all!'

What happened to Ann?

I used to run a girl's football team............One of the girls was called Nadia. She was half Thai as it happens. I used to smirk with pleasure whenever the other kids shouted out to her........."Go Nad!"

'I think Paddy's Day would look better another colour'.....Stella MacCartney

I think you're right Doc......... I just find it what 'is' PC and what 'isn't' odd. Certainly the behaviour outlined by the 'op' is something we've all had experience of. .....But it wasn't that long ago Russians would never leave home without a bag 'in case' there was a shelf in a food store with something on it!

WILL 'RED' BE THE NEW 'BLACK'?.................IF NOT WHY NOT? What I mean is...... If the word, 'Blacks' or 'Jews' or 'Muslims' was to be substituted for 'Russians' in these, (I'm sure), accurate, but stereotypical accounts..... AND the ensuing wholesale condemnations of an entire 'people'.......well we'd quite correctly have a tremendous stink and the board in righteous up-roar...... and the 'PC' crowd, those that hadn't swooned, would be spitting feathers, thumping their lap-tops and foaming at the mouth. But no one jumps to the defence of the Russians. I think you are all 'russcists'

You're right there! I think we've all got a soft spot for Oliver.......But by your definition he must be certified as, 'light in the loafers'. I'm sure I've seen him in a blouse and wig sipping wine! ...Think he was a musketeer!

Oliver's............. looking a bit gay there.

Nothing gay about wine........I drink it. Oliver Reed drank it.......Quentin Crisp never touched the stuff........Beer makes you queer.......OMG I'm homophobic!!

Put whatever you want in that piss............I'm just amazed at how they get the cats to balance on top of the bottles!! OMG I'm a beer snob!!

I find this advice almost offensive................OMG! I'm a bloody wine snob!....

Been to Cafe de Amis...and Pascal........I've found Cafe le Mar on Jomtien beach to have as a good selection. Not cheap.......buy bottles not by the glass. My Australian Shiraz was a cheeky little thing....I was immensely amused by its presumption!

Thanks....as it's Lent I have piously given up just about everything 'cept shagging. But Sundays I can go for it.....My last Sunday Roast was at the Punch and Judy. The food was good there, if a little more expensive........but I had the lamb. However, the house wine was horrible and even a parsimonious git like me couldn't finish it. I liked the P&W in Patts so I'll give this a try. I hope to post a photograph of an 'empty' glass of wine in my report.