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The spirit of Christmas
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 08/12/2019
» What a beautiful hamper.
Copywrong!
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 10/11/2019
» Here I am reporting to you live at night-time, somewhere along Sukhumvit Road in the heart of tourist territory.
Another one bites the dust
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 07/07/2019
» It is a rule of competitive businesses not to recognise the competitor, pretending it does not exist — a rule that is broken, naturally, when something terrible happens to the competitor.
A portal into trouble
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 03/03/2019
» This story begins 12 months ago. I needed a new door for my bathroom, so I walked down to the end of my soi where there is a giant wood factory.
If it looks like a duck ...
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 14/10/2018
» The triangular yellow flags first began fluttering in my neighbourhood two weeks ago.
Steppingoutof line
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 17/06/2018
» It's not often that your correspondent crosses a road on foot.
When the spirit fools you
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 03/06/2018
» My office was abuzz with the news of the medium who went on TV last week and summoned the spirit of an ancient Brahman god.
Within a whisker of success
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 13/05/2018
» The news about the burgeoning fake cosmetics industry -- and the celebrities risking arrest for being presenters -- reminds me of an incident last year in my own office.
Gee, what comes after G?
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 06/05/2018
» Little Potae came to stay with me over the school holidays. His parents went to the South to work on a construction site. Could he stay at my place while they were down there?
Set the wheelchairs of change in motion
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 18/03/2018
» Anybody doing business in Thailand has horror stories about red tape. Not a day goes by where I am not responsible for felling at least one tree from somewhere deep within a national park. Page after page, I sign the bottom of these utterly useless photocopied pages, in triplicate, one after the other, all the time either contemplating life or how to end it all and put myself out of this bureaucratic misery.