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What makes the rain stop?
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 18/08/2019
» My friend Book staged a big event in Chiang Mai last week.
Teach the children well
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 11/08/2019
» I am a man constantly on the lookout for good teachers.
Retro dreams
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 04/08/2019
» Regular readers may know that I have a Thai niece whom I have brought up since birth. She is now 22 years old in her final year at university. That in itself makes me feel old, but wait -- there is more that is about to poke sticks at my mortal coil.
All's well that ends well
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 28/07/2019
» Greetings from Suvarnabhumi Airport, Bangkok.
The farthest fall
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 14/07/2019
» I once attended a birthday party at a house in Soi Ari where I was introduced to a middle-aged man with a rotating jaw.
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.
What chance of draining this swamp?
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 23/06/2019
» My commiserations to that poor woman who fell into the sewer on her way to work last Tuesday.
As the world turns
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 16/06/2019
» Greetings from Sydney, capital city of New South Wales, and centre of the world if your world happens to be halfway down the Australian east coast.
Political ties
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 02/06/2019
» I remember my first few months in Thailand. Having fallen in love with the culture, I was determined to steep myself in it as much as I could. I learned to enjoy a hot panang curry over rice for breakfast -- what a jolt to the system after a lifetime of cornflakes and toast and, upon entering adulthood, black coffee and a cigarette.
Top-level corruption? Hey, it's run of the mill
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 21/07/2013
» Recently I was at a government office to collect a cheque. As is usual in such circumstances, prior to receiving the cheque I was required to sit and wait in deferential silence as a friendly government official glanced over the burgeoning documents necessary to receive a cheque from the government; I must have felled an entire rai of Khao Yai for those photocopies.