Well in the space of 24 hours I went from jubilance at the news of foreign work permit holders’ admission back into Thailand to total despair at the news that in order to get in, I must apply for entry through my local Embassy—an Embassy that’s closed due to Covid—and there’s no guarantee I’ll get…
TGIF, everyone. Thank God It’s Frowback. Below is the continuation of chapter 4 of my blolific (prolific and yet still blows, copyright BKK7) novel, “The Suburbs of Babylon.” I’d say more about it, but 1—I know you’re just aching to get started reading, and 2—I’m too busy getting drunk in celebration of yesterday’s announcement by…
Coronafornia Dreamin’ Part 5: Seven’s 2nd Diary Entry Dear Diary, Being trapped in the United States is a special kind of Hell. There are no women to speak of. There’s nowhere to go and nothing to do. Chemtrails coat the sky daily. The only plusses are the exquisite food and excellent wine, both of…
Well reader, it’s another Frowback Friday. Frown-back, locked-down, and non-essential. If you’re lucky enough to be working, or living in a country that hasn’t gone full-fascist, congrats. But if you’re like me, you’re trapped like a rat in a cage despite all your rage, as our overlords extend and extend and extend again those decrees…
Dear Diary, It’s day 67 of the global coronavirus lockdown. I’ve spent that entire time trapped in California at my mum and brother’s house. The Thai Civil Air Authority have just extended the ban on foreigners for another month, so after 6 flight changes, I’m tentatively scheduled to land back in Bangkok on July 2nd,…
Happy Friday, reader. Oh, did you forget what day it was, what with the constant monotony (constotony for short, copyright BKK7) of this coronavirus lockdown? You’re not alone. But you are in for 5 minutes of alleviated boredom, because I, Bangkok Seven, have posted below part 2 of Chapter 3 of my mediocre self-published novel,…
Whilst self-isolating in Prayut-imposed social exile in the prison that is the United States, and whilst waiting for my chance to re-enter Thailand and get back to living, I’ve been reminiscing. About the fun I’ve had in the red-light districts of Bangkok, and about the year I spent living and working in a small town…
Greetings fellow quarantine/totalitarian/Orwellian nightmare victims, it is I—Bangkok Seven. Former and hopefully future Patpong whoremonger. Below is the first part of Chapter 3 of my ongoing Friday frowback offering better known as “The Suburbs of Babylon,” or the novel I wrote in my 20s and 30s that nobody bothered to read. I’ll be honest, it…
Well, it’s official. Thailand is run by incompetent morons. I was supposed to be landing in Bangkok today after 3 previous delays due to dueling stupidity between leaders in The Philippines and Thailand. Ban after cancelled flights after ban after cancelled flights—all for a virus that kills less people than the seasonal flu. Prayut Jong…
Happy Friday, coronavirus survivor. It’s the time on my blog when I ‘frowback’ to a time in the past that in some manner or other influenced my eventual escape from the hellscape of the West to the paradise of Thailand. Below is part 2 of the 2nd chapter of a mediocre mini-tome I wrote a…