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How two little piggies saved their bacon
Roger Crutchley, Published on 19/11/2023
» Following last week's gripping yarn concerning the rescue of Fiona, the loneliest sheep in the world, it seems only fair to report on another tale featuring animals in distress. My thanks to reader Paul Drew for alerting me to the saga of two pigs, Butch and Sundance, who became known in England as the Tamworth Two, belonging to the breed of that name.
The Mekong's calling you, Sue Perkins
News, Vasana Chinvarakorn, Published on 08/04/2021
» When my award-winning investigative journalist friend Supara Janchitfah first suggested Sue Perkins' name during our conversation on the Mekong, I thought she was making a joke. Or perhaps being satirical. What could a British comedian hosting a baking contest show contribute to helping locals in Southeast Asia thousands of miles away?
The millennial approach to conservation
Guru, Kankanok Wichiantanon, Published on 01/11/2019
» Wildchain, a blockchain-based mobile game, is designed to raise awareness about wildlife conservation programmes and will be released in March 2020. Guru chats with the game designer Pochara "Tern" Taweesuk and Wildchain Director Florian Rehm to learn more about this millennial approach to conservation.
Come into my parlour
Muse, Parisa Pichitmarn, Published on 30/12/2017
» Gone is the midnight-blue vortex of twinkly stars and mystical allure that personifies the Matina Amanita jewellery boutique at Central Embassy. In its place now sits the amped-up and edible world of Sretsis. Sretsis Parlour, which recently celebrated its grand opening last week, is the Sretsis sisters' latest brainchild, which serves fantasy on a plate: the taste of Sretsis is nothing short of Blossom Baby cakes, heart puffs and intricately printed fine bone china -- all to be nibbled in a place where, from floor to ceiling, not a single inch is unadorned or boring to look at.
Into the strange forest
Life, Kong Rithdee, Published on 09/09/2016
» The dirt road is dry and red, scorched by the Isan sun. The headmaster is wary, sardonic, and enervated by the heat. The students, or at least some of them, are bored and ironic ("What do you want to be when you grow up?" a teacher asks. "A bank robber," he deadpans.) Next to this poor state school is a forest, sun-dappled, mysterious and probably haunted. Girls are warned not to go in there because they may never come back out.