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This is a bit sappy, and perhaps gay we will await the "queer judiciary" otherwise known as OH's ruling, but I miss the big man SD.

 

S$ just ain't the same nor the 'kok itself without SD.

 

A few of the usual suspects were lamenting it at no name bar the other evening as it rained cats and dogs (which BTW always scares the rats out) on Soi Cowboy. We had black sodas for ya mate :bow::beer:

 

Some drunken Irishmen masquerading as English known to many was babbling about Chinese Communists during the honorary Black Soda. Meanwhile, Miss Perfect Body's ass was within a meter of my head and CJ was discussing the art of making a decent chicimanga or some such shite.

 

Ahh, it is one of those things JesusLand just can't give ya..

 

You even missed Dumsoda making his monthly installment, which is almost a down payment on buying the bar S$ :grinyes::doah:

 

Must say I did not bare witness to the Aussie madness this go around, but Miss P is smiling big.

 

Take care and get back soon..

 

Cheers,

 

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"...This is a bit sappy, and perhaps gay we will await the "queer judiciary" otherwise known as OH's ruling..."

 

 

WHile your tenure at a San Francisco Art school is call for suspicion, I can rule this as not gay. I had similar feeling last time at TLS Bar, when it was painfully apparent my former partner in Bullshit stories, Gator, was indeed gone. Certainly, we are not gay, so by defacto logic, neither are you...at this moment anyway.

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Thanks for the ruling OH...

 

Knowing you won't bump into Gator round his old bar stool is kinda sad. Plus with Big George not around there's little to spruce the place up the old Lone Staaaaaaaaaar except the distant odd sounds of tagalog being mumbled in a thai bar by a filipino hooker :eek:

 

Some bloke has a plaque on the bartop beneath the poles at Long Gun to make him there forever. Certainly is an odd slice of indefinent immortality afforded a bar patron.

 

Cheers,

 

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nor the 'kok itself without SD.

 

A few of the usual suspects were lamenting it at no name bar the other evening as it rained cats and dogs (which BTW always scares the rats out) on Soi Cowboy.

 

Raining Cats and Dogs is an interesting turn of phrase ... its "alledged meaning is contained within ...

 

LIFE IN THE 1500'S

 

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the1500s:

 

These are interesting...

 

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

 

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence, the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water..

 

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying; It's raining cats and dogs.

 

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

 

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance way. Hence the saying.... a thresh hold..

 

(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)

 

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme; Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old..

 

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon.. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat..

 

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

 

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.

 

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.

 

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When opening the coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins was found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through

the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be saved by the bell, or was considered a dead ringer..

 

And that's the truth...Now , whoever said History was boring ! ! !

 

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Numbers,

 

Incidently, "Tiger of Bangkok" is a book writeen by Tiger Rydberg and Allen Dawson, about Tiger, the founder and proprietor of the famous "Lucy's Tiger Den." The book is a rare collectable and a great piece of BKK bar history. I have a copy Signed By Tiger, and dedicated to a (in)famous former Air America Pilot (nose in the air bragging!)

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I know about the aforementioned book OH.

 

Mekong thanks for the "rats lesson". You did make history fun now would you want to teach in American or British public schools??? :dunno:

 

So, therein lies the problem :o :o

 

The phrase Tiger of Bangkok wasn't just clever talk by myself OH. SD is sort of a new "tiger of bangkok" and thus I gave him the distinguished turn of phrase. You are such a groupy, bloody snob, teenage brat girl... bragging about your signed book like a little girl with a Johnny Depp autograph circa Hill Street Blues (that is gay I think) :doah: :doah:

 

An aside... S$ was in fine form tonight with the standard 1AM closing but ms.ass2mouth was being quite friendly and the bar wench who has been MIA for four years was serving stiff cocktails and encouraging groping.

 

another night in bkk..

 

cheers.

 

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S$ just ain't the same nor the 'kok itself without SD.

 

You even missed Dumsoda making his monthly installment, which is almost a down payment on buying the bar S$ :grinyes::doah:

 

Must say I did not bare witness to the Aussie madness this go around, but Miss P is smiling big.

 

Take care and get back soon..

 

Cheers,

 

the_numbers

 

:rotfl::rotfl::rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:

 

You are right on all counts, my friend :grinyes::grinyes:

It was a "strange" experience being in Town with no SD.....but I did manage to keep myself rather "busy"...lol...

 

The monthly "instalment' is currently not totally over the top, but very recent discussions are almost at the point that will see a career change for Miss P. :grinyes::grinyes::grinyes:

So, I guess there's Big "Smiles" all round.

 

Sorry to have missed you this trip. The phone system in Bkk (on International roaming) was crazy over the past few days.

Looks like I'm back in about 3 weeks (will be visit No. 11 for 2006...lol ) Guess I should think about relocating my Office :grinyes::up::grinyes:

 

I actually spoke with Tiger on Saturday afternoon and he was sounding like he really missed "Home"....guess it's only a matter of time till he's back.

 

Cheers DS :beer:

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