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Staying On The Rails

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We’ve all heard the saying, “Bangkok has you now” and others along the same line which is, for many, pretty close to the truth.

People lose their mind and money living it large and partying like rock stars oblivious to the reality of the situation they soon find themselves in, and often when the penny drops it is too late.

For some it’s skint, for others they are mentally fit for nothing more than a padded cell. Worse case scenarios include jail, hospital or the morgue.

Bangkok will suck you in and spit you out in no time – if you let it.

Staying On The Rails

The vast majority of people come to Thailand on their own and don’t know anyone here other than people they meet in all the wrong places.

They quickly attach themselves to their new friends because it is human nature to interact with others. It could be hookers, alcoholics, drug addicts or just losers in general.

And so the downward spiral begins and it quickly takes hold.

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Day to day life has no proper structure. No job means late nights out getting smashed and sleeping off the hangover before doing it all again.

For those lucky enough to be employed, no self-control sees them showing up to work stinking of booze and pussy which is soon going to lead to being paid off.

With no family or proper friends to keep you in check, it is so easy to fall off the rails.

Taking stock of your lifestyle, looking in the mirror and realising you gotta wind your neck in now and again otherwise you are as good as in the gutter with no money in the bank and no real friends willing to help you out leaving you up shit creek without a paddle.

And I’m not here preaching, I’ve been on many a rocky railroad with my train ready to derail and the self destruct warnings flashing at DEFCON 4.

It is knowing when to ease off the throttle and maybe park up for a bit that’s important.

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 - stickboybkk@gmail.com

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A Legit Question

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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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EMAIL OF THE DAY: Hey Dickboy

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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?

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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?

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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.

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“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.

Bastards.

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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