Oh okay, it’s not Basingstoke. But the town in England where I’m currently avoiding Songkran doesn’t start with a “B”, and poetry is what this site is all about, after all. That and the whores.
I’ll be back in Bangkok within a week or so, when the torrent of content will resume.
Now get out there, and get wet!
Bangkok Bad Boy is on hiatus
[Update: I'm back. Service will resume over the weekend. My, the view's so much nicer from here...]
You have our deepest, heartfelt sympathy.
View all comments by NotAnyBangkokRelatedWebsite.com
Enjoy the “cuisine” over there!
View all comments by beansandwhichesforbreakfast
NABRW.com: Oh, I think one week back in reality helps one to appreciate Thailand even more. That said, I may have to arrange one of my “regulars” to meet me at the airport on my return for a quickie in one of the lesser-spotted Suvarnabhumi airport toilets.
beans: Nothing wrong with British cuisine - finest in the world! (*cough*)
View all comments by Bangkok Bad Boy
Cuisine ?? Oh that is what they are calling it now ???
View all comments by LongPlay
Just a quick note: The rss feed of this blog is not working anymore. Could you please check that, cause I don’t wanna miss any entries.
Thanks!
View all comments by MPpaul
Hi,
I’ve been in Bangkok for about a month, and mostly been going to Poseidon for my carnal needs. Any tips?
Apart from that I’d like a word with you in private if possible. I think you have my email.
Happy whore mongering.
View all comments by John (yes it's ironic)
Please get back soon and do a validity check on the best GoGo Shows Poll results. DejaVu? C’mon. Also, have you gotten laid yet?
View all comments by pmmp
MPpaul: Works for me. Weird…
Ironic John: I’m way behind on email. Drop me a reminder and I’ll get back to you once I’m back in Bangkok (not long now).
pmmp: Yeah, I’ll check the logs. Suspicious doesn’t even begin to describe it… Haven’t got laid, due to the low concentration of attractive women here. Had a fumble and a snog with a hefty-boobed white girl last night, mostly just to prove to myself that I could cope in the Real World if I needed to. Counting the hours until I return…
View all comments by Bangkok Bad Boy
Welcome back, dude.
Apropos de rien, I was at BKK’s busy Soi Cowboy’s busy Baccarat last night. I seem to remember some less-than-wildly enthusiastic comments about this joint, but I was impressed. It’s a really nice place which doesn’t smell of that human fluid/cleaning product mix so noticeable elsewhere, the vodka isn’t watered down as it certainly seems to be at a number of other bars (Suzy Wongs, for example), and the show is just fine, if a bit neck-strain inducing. I particularly enjoyed the sullen shufflers at ground level, ignored by everybody (and rightly so) for the glass-ceiling action, which seeks to replicate the effect of lying on the floor of a Skytrain full of schoolgirls. Only with a vodka in your hand, and a smaller chance of being arrested. What’s not to like?
View all comments by Pants Elk
PE - u make great points. I think one theory, needing to be explored more of course, is the difference one feels about a place when going just to drink and enjoy the views versus pulling.
For example. I like R4 in the ICC for hanging and looking but for take-home I have always been let down. Same with Baccarat - but for hanging out and drinking I think it is a fun place.
Nice skytrain analogy. Maybe I will try it sometime while listening to some techno music and see how many stops I can pull it off for.
View all comments by Smitty
I personally love Baccara, but my chiropractor insists that I sit upstairs.
Some people don’t like the attitudes, and the stars are certainly drink-hungry. Normally that kind of thing pisses me off, but in here they’re almost worth it.
I’ve actually only taken one out girl of there - the one with insane silicone enchancements. We went short-time, and I got two rounds and a phone number. Result.
I fully intend to take her beautiful friend at some point, but need to invest in some body armour first for the inevitable jealous hissy fit…
View all comments by Bangkok Bad Boy
Baccara is, of course, infested with wily, money-throwing Japanese, but there’s plenty else to occupy your attention. I noticed one salaryman give a dancer (my favourite, and no, I’m not giving you her number) a small key, before he disappeared with another girl (wearing black - is this dress code for “I know how to giggle in Japanese” btw?) Anyone know what this key thing means? A reservation? A tip? The girl danced with it in her hand, anyway. Maybe I should give her the key to my suitcase?
Earlier that same evening, at the bar at the far left corner, a girl was pleased to point out the impressive bloodstains in the road from the night before, when a salaryman bewitched by the Beer Fairy fell flat on his face. Hurry before they’re licked clean by dogs!
View all comments by Pants Elk
Don’t be a spoil sport Pants. Tell us her number.
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