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All things must pass
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 29/12/2019
» Today is the final Sunday of 2019. It is the final Sunday, arguably, of the decade as well.
Language of love
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 17/02/2019
» How was your Valentine's Day? Mine was really, really special.
Curtain call
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 30/12/2018
» The phone call came in the evening more than a month ago.
Earning what you learn
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 02/12/2018
» I often tell the story of the young man who accosted me in the newspaper pictorial department many years ago.
Marriage at any price
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 29/07/2018
» My heart goes out to the jilted bride who made the news this week, left standing in her wedding dress in front of a crowd of well-wishers, having to explain that her future significant other had chosen insignificance.
Nun the wiser
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 27/05/2018
» How wonderful to be back in the Land of Smiles after my week-long sojourn to Italy, as documented in this column last week.
When chickens smash eggs
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 11/03/2018
» You may have noticed it's been difficult to get your Thai friends to go out on a Wednesday or Thursday night.
Driven to Drink
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 07/01/2018
» There are two categories where you can find Thailand sitting at the top of the world charts.
Hell hath no fury like a Thai woman scorned
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 04/06/2017
» It's been a busy news week with all sorts of issues jostling for attention, but not a single Thai man skipped over the news from Phayao last Saturday. It was the story of the wife who cut off her husband's penis. He and the severed appendage were whisked off to nearby Pong Hospital.
Rappers drown out social justice warriors
B Magazine, Andrew Biggs, Published on 09/10/2016
» The biggest worldwide viral sensation of late is a 51-second clip of a Japanese man rapping about a pen, an apple and a pineapple. Or rather, as he pronounces them, a "pear, a apple, a pie-apple" as he minces in his yellow polyester Elvis suit, leering like a sex tourist walking into Nana Plaza for the first time.