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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.
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 29/05/2016
» Here in Thailand we like hubs. I'm not talking about bicycle hubs, though we like those too. I'm talking about world hubs, and while we are yet to be the hub of anything really constructive, it hasn't stopped successive governments from trying.
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 10/05/2015
» Bangkok is a great city for anybody with a death wish. If you want to overdose on heroin, come on over. Try crossing the street on a zebra crossing. Just choosing the wrong song in a karaoke bar can get you killed.
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 07/09/2014
» It's been a hectic day at the office.
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 09/02/2014
» Thailand has this law where you must declare your assets before you assume a political position, then declare them again when you leave that position.
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 05/01/2014
» May I be allowed to wish all my friends the best in health and happiness for 2014. I hope you become wealthier and all your wishes come true. With love, Van.
Life, Andrew Biggs, Published on 21/10/2012
» 'Take the antibiotics until they run out," my doctor is telling me, head down, writing the prescription.
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 09/09/2012
» Ran into my old friend Don the other day. Good old Don. We used to see each other all the time back in the day. For a good 15 years or so there was hardly a week that went by where we didn't catch up.
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 08/01/2012
» Once upon a time there was a little boy who lived in the eastern province of Chanthaburi. His nickname was Pla Bu, or ''Goby Fish'' in English, and at the age of five years and eight months he approached his father.
Brunch, Andrew Biggs, Published on 20/06/2010
» I am not a bus person. I do trains, planes, and people movers with ease and enthusiasm, but buses arouse the dark silhouette of despair that sleeps fitfully in my stomach, waking to attention the moment my backside hits the bus seat. I don't go around advertising this fact; the last time I casually mentioned it was in Sydney trying to find a way to get from Bondi to the casino.