The alcohol and sex fuelled ramblings of an semi-sane, sometimes forgetful, permanent tourist.
I gotta be honest with you. Three of my favourite bars are called Angelwitch. I first encountered the Angelwitch in Angeles City near Walking St. Not entirely sure what to think of it, my friend – an avid homosexual Elvis enthusiast – decided it was worth paying the DJ four thousand pesos to get on stage and mime to Heartbreak Hotel. It was that moment I fell in love… with the girl in the red bikini and the glasses (did I mention I love girls in glasses?).
Ok so we’re up to the letter J
Basically, there are no interesting bars starting with J. Correct me in the comments if you are an internet troll. Go on. I dare you. We’ll be drinking in a bar starting with another letter next week!
Continue reading “J is for … Fuck all. Mini-reviews and apathy!”
Crazy House is at the end of Soi Cowboy (Bangkok), and then just turn right. Go there… mmmkay? It’s fucking fantastic. It’s one of the only places I’ve seen a plethora of vagina in my face that’s not masked by shyness or a short pek-pek skirt.
Continue reading “C is for Crazy House – Soi Cowboy, Bangkok”
Pulled into Nazareth, was feeling about half-past dead. I just needed some place where I could get my dick sucked. Luckily it wasn’t Nazareth, it was Bangkok. And they know how to Bang Cock in Bangkok. [ed: sorry for the bad dad joke, but I kinda chortled a bit when I read that].
Hi and thanks for reading. I hope we get to know each other as you read about the shit I get up to. This has been a work in progress over many years and I’m trying my hardest to collate some exploits together for the pure entertainment of you, dear reader. To be honest I probably don’t give a fuck. I’m writing this to get out some of the stuff that’s been in my head for a while and to maybe give me something to pass on to the ol’ grandkids.