The Rake in Bangkok: Jerro's Last Weekend in Bangkok

Ok so this is my last weekend in Bangkok so I thought I would post some pictures of friends and colleagues. As I have gotten to know these chaps, they have become my friends, so if that Welsh fart makes claims that his friend such and such and his friend so and so did this or that, don't believe him because all he did was drink and sleep. The lazy fart.

I on the other hand engaged in stimulating conversations about philosophy, economics, what it was like to live in Thailand. What is more, because the Welshman had only the most rudimentary education which failed to make him a more rounded and cultured chap and left him a tad boorish, I was able to talk about him behind his back in German with Andreas and Herbert and in Thai with Lyn. He had no idea what we were talking and laughing about and he would make these pathetic attempts to join in by grinning like an idiot and making a sort of gurgling noise like a rusted car engine about to seize up that I suppose may have been a laugh or a garbled cry of anguished pain, it is so hard to tell.

This idiocy went on night after night when he would make vain attempts to get our attention and get approval for this or that story we had al heard before. There was one night however, when after a couple of beers he just seemed to curl up into a fetal position and moan. If he was looking for sympathy he was in the wrong crowd I can tell you, because after we tossed him a couple of Baht, which he scooped up to buy more alcoholic slops, we just kept ion talking about him in German and laughing.