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Losing weight & Being lost for words
Brunch, Andrew Biggs, Published on 13/06/2010
» Los Angeles International Airport. That's where your weekly correspondent is seated at present, at Gate 46A, waiting amid the myriad Americans for my flight to Washington DC. And I am thinking about weight loss.
The clothes horse is in clover
Brunch, Andrew Biggs, Published on 06/06/2010
» Just arrived back from a clothes shopping trip in Los Angeles. Hardly justification for a column, I know, but bear with me. Things get a little more deep and meaningful as we progress.
Who knows what the future brings?
Brunch, Andrew Biggs, Published on 16/05/2010
» I was interested to read the news of well known fortune teller Mor Krit's sentencing to six months in prison for making a very, very wrong prediction. It's a story far bigger in the Thai press than in the English one.
Oh my God!
Brunch, Andrew Biggs, Published on 09/05/2010
» In the Obituaries column of the stalwart Tribune newspaper this week, we learn of an elderly gentleman who finally shook off his mortal made-in-California coil. The very first paragraph reads thus: "Maynard Oscar Kirkland, 90, entered heavens gates in the early morning hours of Tuesday, April 27, 2010."
Native tongue twisters
Andrew Biggs, Published on 02/05/2010
» All around my Los Angeles neighbourhood are hand-written signs tacked onto lofty palm trees: ``ACCENT ELIMINATION''. The two words are followed by a local telephone number, which to my surprise doesn't begin with 555. Accent Elimination _ how intriguing.
A testing time for students
Brunch, Andrew Biggs, Published on 07/03/2010
» Many years ago I ran an English public speaking contest for Thai high schoolers. Students wishing to compete had to send in cassette tapes of their three-minute speeches to the magazine where I was editor, so we could choose the best 10 for competition day. Dozens and dozens of tapes came rolling in, and so one Monday we set aside the entire day to listen to them.
No sex please, We're Thai
Brunch, Andrew Biggs, Published on 28/02/2010
» As I write this, a Thai soap opera is going on in the background on my non-flat television. A handsome man in a dirtied shirt is staggering and holding a gun. He is clearly distressed - not through any acting talents, god forbid, but his shirt isn't tucked in and that's a dead giveaway in any Thai soap. His hair remains perfectly combed, and facial features remain as rigid as those of a khunying shuffling out of an Emporium botox clinic.