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A Week Of Farrang Buskers & Beggars



The number of photos and stories being shared on social media of foreigners busking and begging their way around Thailand are almost becoming a daily occurrence.

The latest photos to go viral are of a young Russian couple seen on Saturday night flogging postcards outside Mo Chit BTS to fund their travels.

russians selling postcardsPic cr. Gyf Chaithanapat

Twitter user Sweet3Mango spotted a farrang guy busking at the Thailand Tourism Festival in Lumpini Park on Friday night.

Farang in lumpini ParkPic cr. Sweet3Mango

Then we had the panhandler who was spotted on the skywalk near Siam Paragon midweek that left quite a few Facebook followers with their knickers in a twist saying he was busking, not begging. The bottomline is he wants people to give him money.

Farrang panhandler mdePic cr. mde

And how about the begging Russian hanging around Phra Nakhon with a sign saying he doesn’t have enough money to buy a ticket home? He hit the headlines on Tuesday when a kind student bought him a KFC.

Begging Russian KFCPic cr. ฟ้าคราม แมสซิลี

More begging backpackers wanting others to fund their travels…

More begging backpackersPic cr. Shin Anthony

These are just from the past week in Bangkok. If I scrolled further back through my Facebook and Twitter updates I’d find plenty more freeloaders looking for us to hand over our hard earned to pay their way.

I’m not going to go on and on sounding like a broken record repeating what I’ve said before on these Freeloading Farrangs Begging In Bangkok.

If you haven’t worked hard and saved to travel you shouldn’t be in a foreign country expecting the good will of others to fund your lazy ass. For those with no money to buy a ticket home, they should have thought of that when they were down to their last 30k. Were they expecting to grab a few notes from the magic money tree to bail them out?

Busking, begging, call it what you will. To me they are nothing but a bunch of shameless scumbags who should be sent packing asap.

Stickboy aka Sticky Boy aka Mike McKay aka Mike McKwai, Wild Mike, Magic Mike, Mr Mike, and a fair few more best forgotten, is a party animal with hollow legs who loves music, current affairs, beer, food, causing trouble on Twitter, and making the most of life without worrying too much about what people think or say about his antics. You can send him stuff here -

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A Legit Question



A Twitter follower has a legit question – What is the point of leaving a seat vacant when other people who are standing on the BTS can literally smell each other’s armpits?

This very topic came up in conversation the other day with me and a few friends who pointed out that everyone on the BTS wore a mask and it couldn’t be compared to sitting in a pub or a restaurant.

As you might expect, I disagreed.

A Legit Question

Sure, while waiting on the train stood on the platform everyone is spaced out 1m apart… most of the time. And yes, everyone is wearing a mask but once inside the carriages during rush hour people are touching each other. Isn’t that the main way this coronavirus spreads?

By comparison, if you were sat in a pub or restaurant you’d be sat apart, no touching, no nothing. Sure, people wouldn’t be wearing masks but with numbers now so low the chances of catching anything has to be very unlikely.

So squashed together wearing masks is safer than being sat apart without one?

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Hey Dickboy, why aren’t you talking about what’s going on in America right now instead of sharing pictures of ugly women?

hey dickboy

Stick Says: I have no interest in what’s going on in my own country let alone yours.

Keep em coming… your feedback, thoughts and abuse make it all worthwhile.

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A #GammonSteakMoment – What The Hell Is That?



In the most basic terms, a #GammonSteakMoment is a simple and silly event that can occur anywhere at any time that is guaranteed to ruin my whole day and comes from a hilarious conversation over a few beers with J & J who were taking the piss out of old Stick for spitting the dummy at insignificant shite.

It all started out with me ordering a Gammon Steak for my lunch one day that despite telling the waitress twice what I wanted as we confirmed the order the food failed to appear on the table in front of me.

I was bloody starving and my entire day was ruined.

I sat buggering about on my phone while the other half fed her face as often the Thai dish will arrive first. My belly was rumbling and my mouth watering as I sat thinking about my food. I’d not eaten gammon steak with pineapple, a fried egg and chips for about 4 years and this was all I wanted.

Fat face had already licked her plate clean and there was no sign of mine. I even sat there making excuses like the kitchen must be busy.


“Do you want me to ask the waitress will it be long?”
“Nah, it will be here in two tics”.

Two tics my arse. The gammon steak never made it out the fucking fridge.


The silly service lass couldn’t even get a two meal order right and there were only about six people in the bloody place.

My day was ruined. And no, I’d waited 30 minutes already and I wasn’t waiting for another 30 so don’t even think about suggesting such a sensible idea.

And so, it began.

Now any time something trivial gets on my goat it is referred to as a #GammonSteakMoment and yes, it is always something that doesn’t really matter but for some reason, I let myself get wound up by it.

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