Saturday, March 15, 2008

Shameless

Silom Road, Bangkok. About 7.15 pm.

"Hello, sir. What you looking for, sir? A bar, a massage? Nice girl, sir?"

"Actually, what I'm looking for is the Quiz Night at the British Club."


He gives me a look of utter disgust, as if mine is an unspeakably sordid urge, the satisfaction of which is entirely beneath him, not to mention his nice girls.

(We won, by the way.)

10 comments:

Rog said...

I'm glad the evening didn't end up in a Thai then.

Annie said...

It's kinks like you that give us Brits a bad name...

Murph - ouch! ouch!

Dick Headley said...

Wait till you play the Pattaya gang. They'll trash you.

Rimshot said...

:-D !!!

And I mean that sincerely.

Tim F said...

Murph: What Annie said.

Annie: I know. I still remember the furore I got when I stood in the middle of Soi Cowboy and demanded to know five elements with names of four letters.

A quiz night in Russian, dick? Poloniumtastic!

If you're into sincerity, Rimshot, you've probably come to the wrong party.

Dick Headley said...

Believe it or not Tim there are those in Pattaya who get their kicks above the waistline.

amyonymous said...

quiz night - is that anything like Jeopardy (the game show)? i have that on my computer and have to regulate my time playing it. quite addicting and it means i can't complain about my son playing halo if i can't stop playing jeopardy!

Tim F said...

I'm sure there are, Dick. Those Russians are seriously good at Jenga.

A little like Jeopardy, but lower tech, Amy. The Pub Quiz is an ancient British tradition, like bad teeth and smog.

patroclus said...

Was Max Gogarty there?

Tim F said...

No, I think Max has decided to go to CenterParcs this year.