I don’t need to tell you how vibrant a place it is at midnight, and how quickly it clears when the storms hit, but sitting out there with a bunch of good Thai friends for a few nights I got to see both sides of the story, and whilst I had no intention of writing about the people I saw, that’s exactly what I did. Couldn’t resist the opening lines, since it’s the overspill area from Patpong, and I had always wondered what happened to the ladyboys when they got past their prime.

I guess music, art or poetry either opens up the soul a little, or becomes disco dross. Your article was very enjoyable to read, and again, thanks.

Honest Tom