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Pablo Esobud
Pablo and Mel
Tommy Resort
Stewie and friends
MC Tasha
Half Moon Party
Boyonic
Jao - DJ Tripical
 Mads with a friend at Loi Lay
Full Moon
Ramona Sky
Had Salat gym
Haad Salat beach
Rory Gallagher DJ
Electronic Lounge
Thong Sala
The Jam
Pirates Bar
Electronic Lounge
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Going to be honest, Sunday was a shit!
I felt pants because of the hangover I had from the night before.
Luckily I had a late check out, 1pm, so had a long bath, before trying to find things to do, none of which I felt like doing, till the bus left at 9pm from Koasan Rd.
This involved walking past Lumphini Stadium, THE most famous of all Muay Thai stadiums in the Kingdom and due to be demolished next year, about four times and wondering if I should try and peak in, but I just couldn’t be arsed.
Around three I got the MTR & BTS to Sukhamvit to meet Pablo Escobud and Mel for lunch. This involved walking down Soi 4 with all these bars packed with middle aged farang who obviously lived in them as they clearly had never seen any sun, making some non-existent conversation with an 18 year old bar girl.
Sorry, but I just don’t get it!!
Then it was back to the hotel to get my stuff and then to Koasan where I sat bored for three hours in a bar trying to make a Singha last the whole time whilst waiting for the bus.
It didn’t so I ended up having three-fuck it, the hair of the dog I thought!!
For the non English reading this and who don’t have that phrase, you don’t actually take hairs from a dog and put them in the beer, it just means that alcohol the day after a night of alcohol can make you feel better again. In this case it didn’t work!!
Normally I would have shopped a bit, but I felt so shit, I just wanted to curl up and spirit myself back home.
I had also not been paid for the gig so had no money left. I had bought a cheap mp3 player in Phantip Plaza the day before, because OF THE FUCKED Nano, and a few DVD’s but also couldn’t be arse to listen to music or watch a film.
I know it’s a state of mind, but I just couldn’t snap myself out of it.
Once home, I did fuck all, just watched a few of the dvd’s, only to find out that the new Bond, Skyfall, was worse than the guy had said. It wasn’t the picture that was worse but the audio, and my hearing sucks anyway, so I was fucked.
OK Tuesday, get you act together Gold, so it was a three hour meeting with P Noi, my boss at Tommy Resort where we discussed plans for Xmas, Countdown and next year.
Got my arse to my gym at Chorenrit in Thongsala and really put some hours and effort in where I also found out that I had been doing the Muslim Prayer pull down wrong all these months. So that was why my abbs were still shit!.
Popped into The Beach Village (also known as Holiday Beach Resort) and met with Woody, Carl & Stuart to discuss Fridays nights at The Electronic Lounge.
Confirmed with them about having Tasha do live vocals for us each week, which should be good. After spending the whole of the week before working on the Culture One set, my inbox was ridiculous-literally hundreds of promos top get through so I made a start when I finally got home, and found some great tunes.
Then it was off to Half Moon, stopping on the way at Ananda Resort, as a girl that I had seen a few years before was back on the island.
The relationship with Amanda had been very special and it was awesome to see her again, though this time a guy she has been seeing back in Miami where she lives had decided last minute to book a flight too, so that bit was not so good.
Fortunately he was asleep in the bungalow by the time I got there so we had a few hours alone to catch up on stuff.
Half Moon was very busy, and I was surprised for this time of year. I missed Boyonic’s set but caught Born Slippy and Jao (Tripical).
Not so many locals there, just Madds who thankfully kept his shirt on so his abbs were not on display-he REALLY does have a proper six pack, and one which I hope to emulate now I have learned the right way to do the Muslim Prayer exercise!!
But he did let his hair lose from the pony tail he usually wears it in, and I can’t compete with that either so decided not to spend too much time dancing next to him!
Catalogue, aka Tracy Freeman, was my plus one and I went out to bring her in around 2.30.
On the way out I spot Yury from Samui Pier Resort, which was a surprise. He was with an Israeli friend who seemed the most unfriendly bloke in the world. But it was the moment I decided that should I ever get a little bit rich (in money) again, I will buy a JET SKI!!
Yury told me he often makes the trip this way and he comes over from his pier (next to Haadrin Queen) on Samui straight into Haadrin-it takes twelve minutes. OK probably not doable if you have a big fucking bag but if you are going over just for the day (or night), it’s genius! And costs 70baht in fuel!!
It could also be a good chat up line!!
The rain started at around 3.30, and as I had so much work to do over the next few days, I headed home, happy I had come in the jeep. I had only taken 100baht as determined NEVER to get in the state I had been after my set at Culture One ever again so was totally sober!
Was it just me, or did you also think Wednesday was National Thai Kill A Farang Day! Four times, I nearly got run off the road by what for sure seemed blatant malicious driving.
On one road, I notice 2 couples at the small crossroads in Hin Kong looking at a map, turning it this way and that way, clearly trying to work out where they are. The girls are actually very hot, but I hadn’t seen this until I stopped. I always stop and ask if someone needs help when they appear to be lost or their bike has broken down.
Once I had driven 15 mins to get someone some gas, only to get a puncture myself. The girls smile, but the guys look at me and in broken English (they are Russian) tell me with zero smile that they are not lost. No Paceba (thank you) for stopping or fuck all. Sometimes I wonder why I bother but I do cos I believe it’s a good Karma.
I organised the new Security T Shirts for Tommy and wrote up a leaflet about Loi Krathong which would be handed to the guests on check-in. It explained how amazing this festival is and encouraging them to celebrate it with us on the early evening of the forthcoming Full Moon.
I have rented my villa out over Xmas & New Year and realise that the guests arrive in just a months time and I have a million little jobs (and a few BIG jobs) that need to be done before their arrival.
OK, will start next week, as music listening must come first so Wed night till 4am, I stay in and go through tunes, and also start to get content ready for the new website Paul is building for me.
I find some photos I had that I had forgotten about of me and a certain girl which were in one my gig photos folder-what the fuck were they doing there, so it was a good job I had looked though them all first, otherwise they could have ended up as blackmail material!
I find out via Facebook on Thursday that Ramona Sky had Dengue Fever. I swear here and now that this has nothing to do with me. Despite what could be thought by some people, (she had told me the week before she didn’t actually fancy me,) I did NOT put a curse on her!
Thursday was just a pure work and gym day-even in Paradise, some days are dull.
I got up early (7am) to make the gym then headed to Greencom and organised two new banners for Tommy Resort, and the printing for our flyers. When I took Cindy for a walk on Salad Beach,
I did spot this amazing looking girl, but did not have the courage to talk to her. Ramona Sky has blunted my confidence!
And anyway, I was having a row with Cindy because she treats my house like a fucking hotel!
Stayed in again in the evening, and did more work. Woody had done a new image for Electronic Lounge so I tagged a shit load of people who I thought might be interested. I didn’t actually know that when you tag someone, it also posts it on their home page-I though just “sharing” did that. But no-one complained and instead it got about 65 “likes” within an hour.
Electronic Lounge on Friday night was REALLY good. Despite the absence of locals, though Nat & Miriam from Crave come, it was full of tourists who were loving it.
I was VERY happy with the new music I had found and Rory Gallagher played some great stuff too. I stopped by Crave in Haad Yao on the way home, only because I heard a lot of voices coming from a very dark bar. I had only intended to get some bits from the 7 opposite.
Up late on Saturday, hit the garden for a bit, then went into Thongsala.
On the way up the dirt road, which is fast becoming a concrete road, (though not ALL of it, and I just cannot understand why they seem to have stopped half way down-it makes no sense!) I see a couple and a girl who have had an accident. I offer to help and when I go to look at the wound, they pretty much scream at me.
I wasn’t going to touch it, just see if I could help with alcohol, betadine and a bandage which I obviously keep in the house.
I still offer to take them to hospital in my jeep but they shout at me that a taxi is coming. I try and explain that I am not sure a taxi would have understood them (they are Russian) and would know exactly where they are, but they ignore me.
Fuck you, I thought! I do my jobs in Thongsala, and I guess it’s just over an hour as I return down the dirt road. They are still waiting for the taxi.
Two lots of rude fuckers in one week so I just drive past!
My internet is not working at home so I call TOT. They say there is a problem in Surat, so I ask them when will it be repaired. They reply ‘yes” so I give up and hang up. I call my friend in Baantai, he is with TOT and his internet is working. How can this be??? After 3 tries of un plugging my router, my internet is back. So nothing to do with problems in Surat at all!!
I do a shit load of work, head back to Thongsala late around 7 to put an hour in at the gym, and when I get home I just can’t be arsed to go back out. It had already rained, and looked like more could come anytime and it was cold.
Though I wanted to go to Sunset bar, The Jam & The Electronic Lounge I decide that as I am playing Pirates Bar the next night, I will just chill out and watch a couple of movies.
Not a great way to spend Saturday night, but I really had worked fucking hard all week and was just knackered.
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