Man Urinates Self in Bangkok Airport

Well, my loyal reader. Sorry there has been a longer than planned absence. Truth be told, YouTube no longer interests us and is indeed often repellant, grotesque, and an abominable waste of time. Plus, the Blogger platform is clunky and filled with technical glitches.

But I am back, stronger than ever, and will revive this blog from its unintended slumber. Here is a particularly sad display of sex tourism gone awry. A drunken European is passed out on a bench in Suvarnabhumi Airport, urinating in his trousers. Notice the shirt that his retarded-looking companion is wearing: Bad Boys Go to Pattaya, or some such nonsense. I think the grim reality is that bad boys go to hell....but I might be mistaken.

Along Came a Spider


Tarantulas in Cambodia are clearly an endangered species, in the sense they often appear on the menu. Similarly, as touristic confrontations with the "exotic", they appear in a raft of uploaded content on YouTube in the form of, hey, look, how weird...I'm eating a spider videos. The reality of third world dietary customs is that they reflect profound levels of poverty, rather than bold and daring cuisine innovations.

Here is a sample of just one of the many such videos available. They are usually the same: tourist poses with trantula, narrates his or her experience (while being goaded by friends), then consumes the crispy critter. What people choose to put in their mouths is one thing....but unike the souvenir ashtray, if one is unused to the digestion of insects, this memory is one that may have you power squatting for a few hours....

As ever, my tarantulas....

When it Rains, it Pours



An apology for a long absence, faithful readers. I have only myself to blame. And the three young Cambodian women who barred the door each time I suggested I was merely "going for a walk to get some air." They saw right through my flimsy request. Indeed, they are quite adamant in refusing to allow me to wander away from my bedroom, which has become a kind of padded cell. My wallet lies flayed open on the dresser like a newly gutted fish.

All told, it is not a bad kind of imprisonment. My demands are simple: ice cold beer, some nice music (the kind heard here in this magnificent video), and an occasional Valium to help ward off a case of the night terrors. But I digress. Increasingly one finds these great archival gems, and although YouTube continues to be flooded by the inane, I endeavor, the ladies permitting, to find one worth your while....As ever, my screwdrivers....