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Fifty two

It all started with me and two young Thai guys cramped into a toilet cubicle.

Actually, no it didn’t, it started with me having sex with a girl on my apartment sofa while her friend robbed me.

Wait, wait, that wasn’t it either. It started in a sex club, where I watched a young girl pull a string of razors out of herself.

Alright, that sounds like the best place to start this story. The sex show. It wasn’t amazing, but it was amusing, although I did feel a pang of guilt for the sad looking girls on...

Fifty one

A quiet week pre-Christmas, with nothing more exciting than working for the Post Office, running up to Northampton then back down to Bournemouth and then home. Easy enough, and it gives me a lengthy run to catch up on podcasts and audiobooks.

And, barring a shocking Christmas calamity, next week should be the final blog of the year…and what a year it’s been. I’ve had so many highs and lows, but I’ve met so many great people, found some good friends, and got into some crazy situations, all doc...

Fifty

This week was a lil’ more interesting than last week, as I went from Heathrow to Dublin to drop off the instruments for the Italian band Maneskin at the 3 Arena. I love Ireland, I love Dublin, and I fucking love the Irish. And all the stereotypes about our shamrock-toting cousins are true; of all the shows we do throughout Europe, the drunkest crowd are the Irish BUT they are also the loudest and funnest mob you’ll ever see. And they also have the most fights. I think the record number of scraps...

Forty nine

So close. So close to fifty two blogs and a whole year of blogging. Barring something cataclysmic happening, the end is in sight and I’ve almost managed exactly what I set out to do way back in January.

But what’s next? Do I end the year pleased with myself and go back to blogging once or twice a year? Nah. My life is way too bizarre and interesting to let this run fall away, so I’ll keep blogging! But, if a week in 2024 is like old week forry nine here, I won’t bore you with an inane spew of...

Forty Eight

The Post Office runs have finished and I’ve been swapped into the little 12 tonner truck we’ve got. The guy who usually runs it is nice and clean, which is always a great thing when you have to swap trucks that someone else actually lives in. It’s also ballache to have to clear it out for the next driver, if you’re the one usually living in it.

Saturday night I loaded out for Peter Kaye in Manchester, to run the equipment down to Wembley arena, where comedians like Jason Mansford and Jack Jon...

Forty seven

For the last week I’ve been doing runs for Royal Mail from Bournemouth up to Atherstone (near Leicester) and back. Its easy money and simple and a…Well, a break from the pressure and excitement of touring, although I’m eager to get back to the music side of things, but for now, I can let my wounds heal and my diseases disappear.

I return to Thailand in 40ish days, but this time for the right reasons; travel and adventure. Again I’m going with no clear plans, but I have more friends there now,...

Forty six

I started up this blog 13 years ago, and I’ve covered topics from good, to very bad. If you’ve known me a long time, you might assume Demons*is my highest read blog. Well, surprisingly, it isn’t, and it isn’t Fear and Loathing in Los London**.

My highest read blog is an interview I did with porn star Allie Haze, over a decade ago. It’s light-hearted, and unremarkable, and I remember she was a really happy and vibrant woman. Her name, alone, would pull me in readers.

But I wanted to know wh...

Forty Five

I followed the nurse into her room deep inside the sexual health clinic.

“So,” she said, “is there anything we’re looking for, or…”

“Just a check up,” I said. “It’s been a couple of years…I probably need looking at.”

“Ok, so just a routine check-up?” She glanced at me but said nothing about the pause in my voice.

“Sure,” I said.

She read the screen of a laptop turned far enough away from me so I couldn’t see it.

“On the form you filled out you said you’ve had unprotected sex in...

Forty four.

I’m sorry, but I’ve done fuck all this last week, and the blog is late. So imma post it, and not promote it, and see if anyone notices…

Notices that I’ve done bugger all this last week, and wrote about it late.

OK OK, I have booked another trip to Thailand, and thats the first week of January, so the year should start lively. I promise. Next year’s blogs will still be weekly. Ish. And I’ve got more in store so things will change from the normal blogs I write.

I’m actually keeping 2 Thai...

Forty Three

I honestly thought week 2 of Thailand would be a much slower affair but I was wrong. We left Koh Chang behind, and we’d made such an impact there that one of the bar’s put my face up on their social and hoped I came back soon. We’d also been there long enough that some of the locals waved as we rode past on our scooters. I loved it, but Bam was right, it was time to move on.

However, Pattaya seemed to be one step too far for Bam on the party front, and we did a lot of walking and one day boug...