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Patpong Via Penang



I’m happy to report I’m now feeling semi-human again after falling into bed this morning at 1am completely exhausted after a day that seen me going to Patpong via Penang.

After a wild Wednesday night – all Nathan’s fault, again – I was hungover as hell on Thursday which left me chasing my tail work wise and with a day away from my desk on the cards Friday that wasn’t what I needed but hey, no one twisted my arm up my back to neck so much booze.

I finally had everything finished at around 4am and hit the hay with the alarm set for 8am as I had a flight to catch at 10.50 at DMK.

Penang bound for a quick jaunt to keep my visa valid for another 90 days as I cocked up some paperwork to extend it at Cheangwattana. 4,000 baht return with my inbound flight arriving back in Bangkok at 7.40pm. Not too bad.

The trip itself was very uneventful other than me looking a right prick sat outside the departure hall book in hand with dribble running down my chin after falling asleep. If I’d been sat alone no worries but I’d been joined on the seating by a French mother and daughter who seemed rather entertained by the snoring Scotsman.

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AirAsia managed to get both flights on schedule too which makes a nice change.

Immigration and security at Don Mueang was a breeze and the signs stating 15 and 20 minute waiting times were grossly exaggerated with queuing times talking no more than 5 minutes both in and out of the country.

With a stamp in my passport for late December it was up to arrivals for a quick smoke of my Duty Free cancer sticks (carton of Marlboro Lights 105 MYR – 828 Baht) and then to find myself a cab. And talking of taxis, the queues downstairs at arrivals were pretty long. I obviously didn’t hang about so not sure how quick they cleared them.

Ciggy snubbed out and off to find a kind cabbie who wanted to take me to Silom using the meter as I had some friends to catch up with in Patpong and going home first would mean me falling asleep and letting them down so I decided to go directly from the airport.

They say never judge a book by its cover but that’s exactly what I did when the yellow taxi with its red light on crawled to a stop in front of me. Spoilers, stickers, bean can exhaust, the works. I’m thinking this guy is gonna quote me 500 baht. I opened the door and soon changed that to 700 baht when I spotted a row of neon lit dials on the dashboard.

How wrong was I? Completely.

Meter on and no patter about airport surcharges that I’ve had in the past from some of these chancers. Boy was a friendly fella with decent English and no sooner were we off when we were pulling in so he could show off his cab.

JFC I’ve never seen anything like it in all my time here. It was like a party limo in a Bangkok taxi with the interior all done in red suede, rows of lights on the roof and of course, he had the sound system to sync the disco lights placed all along the parcel shelf.

He was proud as punch and I can’t blame him as it was out of this world.

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Traffic at 8.30pm on a Friday night was pretty light and we didn’t hit any problems until Silom where it was gridlocked. Fare paid with a nice tip and up through the hellhole that is Patpong Night Market to Kiss Bar on Soi 1.

I hung around for an hour or so catching up with everyone I planned to see. Popped into Glamour and Bada Bing before hitting Club Electric Blue to say a quick hello to my boy Dano before heading home. As expected he didn’t let me leave without a beer. Nobody ever does.

Mrs Stick had some Korean curry ready and waiting as I’d called ahead so she could fire up the pots and pans. My eyes were closing scoffing that, a few emails sent full of typos. Time up. Bed was calling.

I slept like a baby and didn’t pop my peepers until just before 9am which is a first in a long time so I’m feeling fit as a fiddle and ready for a day of work and a night of photoshoots.

Well, I had yesterday off really, didn’t I?

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 Night Out At Tartbox



A Night Out At Tartbox

During the dry spell when there was no beer to be had Artbox at Sukhumvit Soi 10 turned into a popular spot as refreshments were available.

It wasn’t only refreshments that were available but there was also the potential to meet ladies for some short time shenanigans as there was simply nowhere else for working girls, or those short on money and an itch to scratch, to meet men with some cash to splash on a bit of horizontal mambo.

Artbox didn’t really take my fancy when a few mates had said they were going but on Saturday night they decided to drop by for a beer and a bite to eat before moving on to the Neon Alley. I caved in and decided to join them.

Having taken a wander around buying food and parking my arse close to the stage I soon came to the conclusion the sign out front needed changing from Artbox to Tartbox.

I didn’t see the security guard at the gate on cleavage duty but there must have been one as everywhere I turned all I could see was tits hanging out on display for all to see and admire.

One lady with massive melons came close to a wardrobe malfunction on several occasions as she bounced around from stall to stall with all the bloke’s eyes popping out as she passed their tables. This woman wasn’t shy and was more than happy to show off her assets.

I spotted a few familiar faces in the crowd who normally ply their trade on Soi 4 too, and yes, they were all showing off the girls like it was a competition to see who could show the most.

One thing to keep in mind if you do decide to go for a nosy and chance your arm is not everyone you see there is looking to hook up. It really is a mixed crowd so watch out you don’t get a slap for making an indecent proposal to a group of girls there to have a drink after they’ve clocked off from the office.

Will Artbox continue to be a pick-up place for ladies of the night in the future?

Who knows with bars and other nightlife venues starting to reopen there are more choices of where to go man hunting.

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Opening Night At Nana Plaza Was A Blast



Opening Night At Nana Plaza Was A Blast

July 1st was the day many owners and customers had been waiting for since the middle of March when entertainment and nightlife were allowed to resume.

My plan was to visit all three bar areas to see what was going on and share it here on the website and do a few updates on social media.

The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry as the saying goes and that’s exactly what happened. My whistle-stop tour became an adventure in Nana Plaza and boy, did we have ourselves a grand old time.

With some bars deciding to wait until after the long weekend with 2 dry days we had ourselves a list of 9 bars to visit and we kicked things off in Morning Night.

As we progressed through the outside beer bars to Stumble Inn, Big Dogs and K&S our entourage started rapidly growing in numbers.

There were lots of happy smiling faces in each of the four beer bars we visited and a decent amount of customers around too.

Time to venture inside Nana Plaza where you are asked to check-in via the Thai Chana app or alternatively sign in with your name, time and mobile number, at the entrance. Masks are required and once you’ve had your temperature taken and offered hand sanitizer you’re good to go in less than 30 seconds.

First up was Spanky’s for me while some of the guys opted to check out Twister BKK.

As you would expect, the middle floor house of fun was crushing it. Spanky’s was rocking and almost full when I popped in. Happy days.

My aim was to make sure we visited every bar that was open so it was a quick drink and a catch-up with all the usual suspects on and off the stage before moving on.

Next stop for us was Rainbow 4 where we planned to meet with the boys who headed to Twister BKK. In we go and ask where’s the bell…. “mai mee”. Huh? You haven’t got a bell?

We ordered a round and a few moments later a bell appeared. Ding, ding, ding.

Lots of cuties to keep me busy but to be fair, it wouldn’t have been difficult to spot some eye candy as the owners had filled the bar with at least 100 dancers.

It was the same story in both Rainbow 5 and 2 plus Twister BKK. All those bars had no fewer than 100 girls dancing. That’s a lot of chrome pole crumpet to choose from.

The man who appeared with the bell in Rainbow 4 was on the ball and accompanied us to Rainbow 5, formerly Twister Bar, before we all moved downstairs to Rainbow 2 which was heaving with dancing dollybirds. I fell in love at least 5 times in the hour we were there.

One for the road in Twister BKK which I missed on the first visit and damn, it was like Hotties R Us.

It’s too easy for me to get in trouble. I’m weak but there was no monkey business for old Stick last night.

It was burgers and bed after a great night out with the boys.

Hats off to all the bar owners who jumped in on the first day of opening who made a fine effort. As the week goes on more bars will be opening giving you even more choice and by the middle of next week, the whole Plaza will be open again.

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It’s Not A Race



The race to be number one is as old as man but in modern times, in a fast-paced world of news and social media things are at an all-new high when it comes to being “first”.

Sure, it feels great to be first with a scoop but it can come at a cost as most news outlets and reporters have come to learn in recent months with COVID-19 coverage.

Desperation to announce the latest coronavirus numbers before anyone else each day became a talking point on Twitter back in March as reporters banged away on their phones and computers as the stats were released.

Mistakes were made almost daily, corrections added later but in truth, not a care was given by any of the guilty parties. All that mattered was they Tweeted the stats first, even when they were wrong with one so-called journalist sharing the previous days numbers that were never corrected. She simply didn’t realise what a cock-up she’d made of it.

Not A Race

In the past few weeks, the same scenario has been repeated with news outlets desperate to be first with booze news and information on easing of restrictions.

I can’t think of one news website who didn’t run the ridiculous story of a two-day amnesty to allow people to purchase alcohol when sales were banned.

The story first appeared on Khaosod Online who sourced the story from who knows where and every man and his dog were all over it like a rash taking what had been published as fact and re-wrote the fairytale.

Did any of them bother to do a bit of research such place a couple of calls to ask a few questions to shed any light on the story, or anything else that might have enlightened them that the whole thing was a farce from the start? Of course they didn’t.

It was just too good not to publish as it was the #1 story of the day that turned out to be complete and utter nonsense.

Over and over again I have been told that I’m not sharing enough news on what is going on right now. I beg to differ.

The updates I have shared have been factual and accurate. Yes, I’ve sat back while others churn out clickbait crap as I don’t want to be part of that party.

Big news outlets get a pass when they share inaccurate stories, just look at the Bangkok Post – you all still read it and believe everything they publish despite dozens of misleading and inaccurate articles over the past 3 months.

If I was to do the same and publish something that turned out to be wrong, nobody would ever believe another word I said. I don’t have a gold “Get Out Of Fake News Jail Free” card.

And to be honest, that’s just the way I like it. Stickboy traffic and stats are great, I don’t need or want to be part of the clickbait crowd. I will continue to share news stories and information that I think will be of interest when the time is right.

It’s not a race, well, at least not for me.

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