Saturday Night
Well, that was interesting.
The evening started badly.
I arrived to find trash and empty drink containers littered around the rear entrance to the bar. The same fuckn trash i'd seen when i called in earlier in the day. So that earned Apple & Golf a fukn good bollocking.
As i stomped into the bar i could see 3 of the fuckers tucking into their mush outside the front door. I was foaming at the mouth by now and threw their shit straight into the bin and warned of heavy fines if i arrived to the same shite tomorrow night. How many more times do i have to tell 'em it's not a thai midden, it's a farang bar, ffs?
After that things improved dramatically.
For a start we actually took some money!
Then on a recce i noticed that the clip joint "Money Night" that had occupied our old bar had finally given up the ghost and the door was padlocked. Good riddance!
As i made my way onto Bangla, the aggressive LBs at the top of the street were missing. Furthermore the russian clubs appear to have been cleared. There was no sign of that stoopid Magic Cowboy cunt or the groups of hip-hop boys cluttering the street. And to top it all, there were noticeably fewer touts flapping their laminated sheets in my face. I positively skipped down Soi Bangla!
Has somebody seen sense at last?
We'll see.
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