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Time is on my side
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 21/10/2018
» On my recent trip home to Australia, my mother took me aside on the last day.
Thai schools in race to the bottom
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 01/04/2018
» Congratulations to the little boy on page 2 of the Bangkok Post on Wednesday, throwing his hands up with joy at being selected to attend Chulalongkorn University Demonstration Elementary School.
(NOT QUITE) NAKED AMBITION PAYS OFF
Andrew Biggs, Published on 11/02/2018
» The story so far: Your columnist has enrolled himself in Thai university to learn the language. Fatal mistake! Upon opening his first textbook, he is overcome with a sudden desire to jump off Baiyoke Tower.
Check-ups turn a healthy profit
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 25/06/2017
» As a card-carrying, law-abiding expatriate in the Land of Smiles, I am required to visit my local hospital once a year to obtain a medical certificate.
A score to settle
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 27/03/2016
» The nation’s Year 12 examination results are out. In short … the nation failed. Again.
A healthy bill
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 15/02/2014
» Valentine’s Day can only mean one thing. Time for my annual physical check-up. Hey, I need a reminder, all right? How else am I going to remember my annual visit to the doctor, and what better way than to tie it to Valentine’s Day?
Tick here if you think this system is insane
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 08/07/2012
» THE STORY SO FAR: It's work permit renewal time, and your columnist has been hit with an edict to prove he doesn't suffer from elephantitis, leprosy, tuberculosis, syphilis and insanity. The first four are a walkover. The last? NOW READ ON!
Test positive, Become a workplace pariah
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 05/02/2012
» 'Khun Andrew, please give me some words of support. I applied for a job and wasn't accepted. I'm soooooo upset."
Plain bloody minded
Brunch, Andrew Biggs, Published on 21/03/2010
» Last Tuesday we witnessed the spectacle of a couple of thousand largely under-educated, but probably very nice, country folk spatter their blood at the gates to Parliament House. A Brahmin priest dressed in unflattering white danced and chanted and painted evil curses in blood on the four corners of the House. As the sun went down the red shirts went back to their camping ground at the Royal Plaza, and I went home wondering if they were remaking Monty Python here in Thailand.