Friday, February 27, 2009
Mr T. says ....
ITN are reporting that Mr T. says ...... No, not the Mr. T of Pattaya whose associated drivers collect and drop off people at the airport but the Mr. T from the 1980s TV programme The A-Team. Apparently, according to ITN, he said he wants to show British men - including those who play "wimpy soccer", use tanning salons or wear Speedos - that they should not be "crying like a baby". http://uk.news.yahoo.com/4/20090227/ten-mr-t-says-don-t-be-a-fool-amid-the-g-ea4616c.html
Visa Waiver
Apparently approval has been reached and from the beginning of March single entry tourist visas will be issued by Royal Thai Embassies and Consulates free.
I don't imagine it's going to cause a stampede in the direction of Thailand but it is a gesture apparently aimed especially at Chinese tourists.
I don't imagine it's going to cause a stampede in the direction of Thailand but it is a gesture apparently aimed especially at Chinese tourists.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Soi LK Metro Update
Back around the end of January I mentioned the opening of Linda Massage.
Well, it has gone and the premises is now a bar -Lida Bar 2 and there must be a '1' somewhere. I am not sure yet whether it's the same owner or if a totally new arrival in the street.
No Name bar has also gone. Steve from Murphy's Law is going to knock down the wall and expand his existing business in there. That whistling has just gotten a little bit closer to Metro Apartments!
Well, it has gone and the premises is now a bar -Lida Bar 2 and there must be a '1' somewhere. I am not sure yet whether it's the same owner or if a totally new arrival in the street.
No Name bar has also gone. Steve from Murphy's Law is going to knock down the wall and expand his existing business in there. That whistling has just gotten a little bit closer to Metro Apartments!
Friday, February 20, 2009
Prawo Jazdy - More walking among us!
This story is all over the Internet just now but I wanted to post it here - lest I forget!
Irish police are not as well known for getting their man as the Canadian Mounties but at least this hasn't been covered up unlike some of the banking scandals! The Irish police have now solved the mystery of a Polish recidivist who notched up 50 traffic offences at different addresses and was never caught. The issue was solved after one officer noticed his name "Prawo Jazdy" wasn't a name but means driving licence in Polish.
An internal police memo, according to Irish papers on Thursday said officers taking details of Polish traffic offenders had been mistakenly assuming "Prawo Jazdy," printed in the top right corner of the driving licence, was the licence holder's name.
"Prawo Jazdy is actually the Polish for driving licence and not the first and surname on the licence," the police memo dated June 2007 states. "It is quite embarrassing to see the system has created Prawo Jazdy as a person with over 50 identities."
A police spokesman declined to comment.
No further comment here either!!
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Polite Request!
Some time back we got rid of 'old' magazines - about two years out of date. Not a good move for a few of our regulars who like flicking through even old stuff. Anyway, I will buy some every now and then and hope they don't get pilfered. My request: it would also be helpful to us and interesting if the next time you are disembarking from your flight you bring the in-flight magazine with you and leave it with us. There's a beer in for you and as we get guests from different countries it would enrich the language range of material available for everyone who may not be able to read English.
Even for other guests, it would give them a peek of what other airlines include in their in-flight magazines.
Go raibh mile maith agat!
Thanks in advance!
Even for other guests, it would give them a peek of what other airlines include in their in-flight magazines.
Go raibh mile maith agat!
Thanks in advance!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Where are the Rest Rooms? - 1
Just a sample (no pun intended) of the variations in loo signs. More to follow.
Lighten Up 44! - And now the Scots!
Who said Scots Romance is dead! These are REAL ADS from the lonely-hearts column.
Grossly overweight Buckie turf-cutter, 42 years old and 23 stone, Gemini, seeks nimble sexpot, preferably South American, for tango sessions, candlelit dinners and humid nights of screaming passion. Must have own car and be willing to travel. Box 09/08
Aberdeen man, 50, in desperate need of a ride. Anything considered. Box06/03
Heavy drinker, 35, Glasgow area, seeks gorgeous sex addict interested in pints, fags, Celtic football club and starting scraps on Sauchiehall Street at three in the morning. Box 73/82.
Bitter, disillusioned Dundonian lately rejected by longtime fiancée seeks decent, honest, reliable woman, if such a thing still exists in this cruel world of hatchet-faced bitches. Box /41
Ginger-haired Paisley troublemaker, gets slit-eyed and shirty after a few scoops, seeks attractive, wealthy lady for bail purposes, maybe more. Box 84/87
Artistic Edinburgh woman, 53, petite, loves rainy walks on the beach, writing poetry, unusual sea-shells and interesting brown rice dishes, seeks mystic dreamer for companionship, back rubs and more as we bounce along like little tumbling clouds on life's beautiful crazy journey. Strong stomach essential Box 12/32
Chartered accountant, 42, seeks female for marriage. Duties will include cooking, light cleaning and accompanying me to office social functions. References required. No timewasters. Box 3/45
Bad-tempered, foul-mouthed old bastard living in a damp cottage in the arse end of Orkney seeks attractive 21-year old blonde lady with big chest. Box 40/27
Devil-worshiper, Stirling area, seeks like-minded lady for wining and dining, good conversation, dancing, romantic walks and slaughtering dogs in cemeteries at midnight under the flinty light of a pale moon. Box 52/07
Attractive brunette, Maryhill area, winner of Miss Wrangler competition at Frampton's Nightclub, Maryhill, in September 1978, seeks nostalgic man who's not afraid to cry, for long nights spent comfort-drinking and listening to old Abba records. Please, Please! Box 30/41
Govan man, 27, medium build, brown hair, blue eyes, seeks alibi for the night of February 27 between 8pm and 11.30pm
Grossly overweight Buckie turf-cutter, 42 years old and 23 stone, Gemini, seeks nimble sexpot, preferably South American, for tango sessions, candlelit dinners and humid nights of screaming passion. Must have own car and be willing to travel. Box 09/08
Aberdeen man, 50, in desperate need of a ride. Anything considered. Box06/03
Heavy drinker, 35, Glasgow area, seeks gorgeous sex addict interested in pints, fags, Celtic football club and starting scraps on Sauchiehall Street at three in the morning. Box 73/82.
Bitter, disillusioned Dundonian lately rejected by longtime fiancée seeks decent, honest, reliable woman, if such a thing still exists in this cruel world of hatchet-faced bitches. Box /41
Ginger-haired Paisley troublemaker, gets slit-eyed and shirty after a few scoops, seeks attractive, wealthy lady for bail purposes, maybe more. Box 84/87
Artistic Edinburgh woman, 53, petite, loves rainy walks on the beach, writing poetry, unusual sea-shells and interesting brown rice dishes, seeks mystic dreamer for companionship, back rubs and more as we bounce along like little tumbling clouds on life's beautiful crazy journey. Strong stomach essential Box 12/32
Chartered accountant, 42, seeks female for marriage. Duties will include cooking, light cleaning and accompanying me to office social functions. References required. No timewasters. Box 3/45
Bad-tempered, foul-mouthed old bastard living in a damp cottage in the arse end of Orkney seeks attractive 21-year old blonde lady with big chest. Box 40/27
Devil-worshiper, Stirling area, seeks like-minded lady for wining and dining, good conversation, dancing, romantic walks and slaughtering dogs in cemeteries at midnight under the flinty light of a pale moon. Box 52/07
Attractive brunette, Maryhill area, winner of Miss Wrangler competition at Frampton's Nightclub, Maryhill, in September 1978, seeks nostalgic man who's not afraid to cry, for long nights spent comfort-drinking and listening to old Abba records. Please, Please! Box 30/41
Govan man, 27, medium build, brown hair, blue eyes, seeks alibi for the night of February 27 between 8pm and 11.30pm
Lighten Up 43! - This time the Aussies!
Only an Aussie could pull this one off! A true story from the Mount Isa in Queensland .
Recently a routine Police patrol car parked outside a local neighbourhood pub. Late in the evening the officer noticed a man leaving the bar so intoxicated that he could barely walk. The man stumbled around the car park for a few minutes, with the officer quietly observing. After what seemed an eternity and trying his keys on five vehicles the man managed to find his car, which he fell into.
He was there for a few minutes as a number of other patrons left the bar and drove off. Finally he started the car, switched the wipers on and off (it was a fine dry night) then flicked the indicators on, then off, tooted the horn and then switched on the lights. He moved the vehicle forward a few cm, reversed a little and then remained stationary for a few more minutes as some more vehicles left.
At last he pulled out of the car park and started to drive slowly down the road. The Police officer, having patiently waited all this time, now started up the patrol car, put on the flashing lights, promptly pulled the man over and carried out a random breathalyser test. To his amazement the breathalyser indicated no evidence of the man's intoxication.
The Police officer said "I'll have to ask you to accompany me to the Police station - this breathalyser equipment must be broken."
"I doubt it," said the man, "tonight I'm the designated decoy".
Lighten Up 42! - Another Irish One!
Paddy pulls along side a lorry: “Oi driver you’re losing your load”
Driver shouts: “F*ck off”
5 miles further: “Oi driver you’re losing your load”
“Will you f*ck off”, says the Driver
Another 5 miles further Paddy yells: “I’m not joking your losing your load!”
Driver says:
“Will you go away you thick Irish f*cker, I’m gritting!”
Driver shouts: “F*ck off”
5 miles further: “Oi driver you’re losing your load”
“Will you f*ck off”, says the Driver
Another 5 miles further Paddy yells: “I’m not joking your losing your load!”
Driver says:
“Will you go away you thick Irish f*cker, I’m gritting!”
Lighten Up 41!
It's no surprise that with St. Patrick's Day coming up the number of Irish jokes is on the increase! Here's one from an English mate:
One day an Irishman, who had been stranded on a deserted island for over 10 years, saw a speck on the horizon.
He thought to himself, 'It's certainly not a ship.'
As the speck got closer and closer, he began to rule out even the possibilities of a small boat or a raft.
Suddenly there strode from the surf a figure clad in a black wet suit. Putting aside the scuba tanks and mask and zipping down the top of the wet suit stood a drop-dead gorgeous blonde!
She walked up to the stunned Irishman and said to him, 'Tell me, how long has it been since you've had a good cigar?'
'Ten years,' replied the amazed Irishman.
With that, she reached over and unzipped a waterproof pocket on the left sleeve of her wet suit and pulled out a fresh package of cigars and a lighter.
He took a cigar, slowly lit it, and took a long drag. 'Faith and begorrah,' said the castaway, 'that is so good! I'd almost forgotten how great a smoke can be!'
'And how long has it been since you've had a drop of good Jameson's Irish Whiskey?' asked the blonde.
Trembling, the castaway replied, 'Ten years.'
Hearing that, the blonde reached over to her right sleeve, unzipped a pocket there and removed a flask and handed it to him.
He opened the flask and took a long drink. ' 'Tis nectar of the gods!' shouted the Irishman. ' 'Tis truly fantastic!!!'
At this point the gorgeous blonde started to slowly unzip the long front of her wet suit, right down the middle. She looked at the trembling man and asked, 'And how long has it been since you played around?'
With tears in his eyes, the Irishman fell to his knees and sobbed, 'Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Don't tell me that you've got golf clubs in there too!'
One day an Irishman, who had been stranded on a deserted island for over 10 years, saw a speck on the horizon.
He thought to himself, 'It's certainly not a ship.'
As the speck got closer and closer, he began to rule out even the possibilities of a small boat or a raft.
Suddenly there strode from the surf a figure clad in a black wet suit. Putting aside the scuba tanks and mask and zipping down the top of the wet suit stood a drop-dead gorgeous blonde!
She walked up to the stunned Irishman and said to him, 'Tell me, how long has it been since you've had a good cigar?'
'Ten years,' replied the amazed Irishman.
With that, she reached over and unzipped a waterproof pocket on the left sleeve of her wet suit and pulled out a fresh package of cigars and a lighter.
He took a cigar, slowly lit it, and took a long drag. 'Faith and begorrah,' said the castaway, 'that is so good! I'd almost forgotten how great a smoke can be!'
'And how long has it been since you've had a drop of good Jameson's Irish Whiskey?' asked the blonde.
Trembling, the castaway replied, 'Ten years.'
Hearing that, the blonde reached over to her right sleeve, unzipped a pocket there and removed a flask and handed it to him.
He opened the flask and took a long drink. ' 'Tis nectar of the gods!' shouted the Irishman. ' 'Tis truly fantastic!!!'
At this point the gorgeous blonde started to slowly unzip the long front of her wet suit, right down the middle. She looked at the trembling man and asked, 'And how long has it been since you played around?'
With tears in his eyes, the Irishman fell to his knees and sobbed, 'Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Don't tell me that you've got golf clubs in there too!'
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Lighten Up 40!
Thanks to a friend in Oz for this one:
One day while he was at the track playing the ponies and all but losing his shirt, Mitch noticed a priest who stepped out onto the track and blessed the forehead of one of the horses lining up for the 4th race. Lo and behold, that horse - a very long shot - won the race.
Before the next race, as the horses began lining up, Mitch watched with interest the old priest step onto the track. Sure enough, as the 5th race horses came to the starting gate the priest made a blessing on the forehead of one of the horses. Mitch made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small bet on the horse. Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse the priest had blessed won the race.
Mitch collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest would bless for the 6th race. The priest again blessed a horse. Mitch bet big on it, and it won. Mitch was elated. As the races continued the priest kept blessing long shot horses, and each one ended up coming in first. Bye and bye, Mitch was pulling in some serious money.
By the last race, he knew his wildest dreams were going to come true. He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaited the priest's blessing that would tell him which horse to bet on. True to his pattern, the priest stepped onto the track for the last race and blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the longest shot of the day. Mitch also observed the priest blessing the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag. Mitch knew he had a winner and bet every cent he owned on the old nag. He then watched dumbfounded as the old nag come in dead last. Mitch, in a state of shock, made his way down to the track area where the priest was.
Confronting the old priest he demanded, 'Father! What happened? All day long you blessed horses and they all won. Then in the last race, the horse you blessed lost by a Kentucky mile. Now, thanks to you I've lost every cent of my savings all of it!'.
The priest nodded wisely and with sympathy. 'Son,' he said, 'that's the problem with you Protestants, you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and last rites.'
One day while he was at the track playing the ponies and all but losing his shirt, Mitch noticed a priest who stepped out onto the track and blessed the forehead of one of the horses lining up for the 4th race. Lo and behold, that horse - a very long shot - won the race.
Before the next race, as the horses began lining up, Mitch watched with interest the old priest step onto the track. Sure enough, as the 5th race horses came to the starting gate the priest made a blessing on the forehead of one of the horses. Mitch made a beeline for a betting window and placed a small bet on the horse. Again, even though it was another long shot, the horse the priest had blessed won the race.
Mitch collected his winnings, and anxiously waited to see which horse the priest would bless for the 6th race. The priest again blessed a horse. Mitch bet big on it, and it won. Mitch was elated. As the races continued the priest kept blessing long shot horses, and each one ended up coming in first. Bye and bye, Mitch was pulling in some serious money.
By the last race, he knew his wildest dreams were going to come true. He made a quick dash to the ATM, withdrew all his savings, and awaited the priest's blessing that would tell him which horse to bet on. True to his pattern, the priest stepped onto the track for the last race and blessed the forehead of an old nag that was the longest shot of the day. Mitch also observed the priest blessing the eyes, ears, and hooves of the old nag. Mitch knew he had a winner and bet every cent he owned on the old nag. He then watched dumbfounded as the old nag come in dead last. Mitch, in a state of shock, made his way down to the track area where the priest was.
Confronting the old priest he demanded, 'Father! What happened? All day long you blessed horses and they all won. Then in the last race, the horse you blessed lost by a Kentucky mile. Now, thanks to you I've lost every cent of my savings all of it!'.
The priest nodded wisely and with sympathy. 'Son,' he said, 'that's the problem with you Protestants, you can't tell the difference between a simple blessing and last rites.'
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
True Oz.
As a mate from Oz said:
"Through every tragedy, there are always visions of hope and goodness; this was taken in the recent bush fires in Victoria, Australia."
The photo:
Monday, February 9, 2009
Lighten Up 39!
OK - last joke for today before you are spoiled! Sent to me by an Irish lady who enjoys a joke now and then.
An Irishman, is stumbling through the woods, totally drunk, when he comes upon a preacher baptising people in the river. He proceeds to walk into the water and subsequently bumps into the preacher.
The preacher turns around and is almost overcome by the smell of alcohol, whereupon he asks the drunk,
'Are you ready to find Jesus?'
The drunk shouts, 'Yes, oi am.'
So the preacher grabs him and dunks him in the water.
He pulls him up and asks the drunk, 'Brother have you found Jesus?'
The drunk replies, 'No, oi haven't found Jesus.'
The preacher shocked at the answer, dunks him into the water again for a little longer. He again pulls him out of the water and asks again,
'Have you found Jesus me brother?'
The drunk again answers, 'No,oi I haven't found Jesus.'
By this time the preacher is at his wits end and dunks the drunk in the water again --- but this time holds him down for about 30 seconds and when he begins kicking his arms and legs he pulls him up.
The preacher again asks the drunk, 'For the love of God have you found Jesus yet.?'
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The drunk wipes his eyes and catches his breath and says to the preacher,
'Are ya sure dis is where he fell in?'
An Irishman, is stumbling through the woods, totally drunk, when he comes upon a preacher baptising people in the river. He proceeds to walk into the water and subsequently bumps into the preacher.
The preacher turns around and is almost overcome by the smell of alcohol, whereupon he asks the drunk,
'Are you ready to find Jesus?'
The drunk shouts, 'Yes, oi am.'
So the preacher grabs him and dunks him in the water.
He pulls him up and asks the drunk, 'Brother have you found Jesus?'
The drunk replies, 'No, oi haven't found Jesus.'
The preacher shocked at the answer, dunks him into the water again for a little longer. He again pulls him out of the water and asks again,
'Have you found Jesus me brother?'
The drunk again answers, 'No,oi I haven't found Jesus.'
By this time the preacher is at his wits end and dunks the drunk in the water again --- but this time holds him down for about 30 seconds and when he begins kicking his arms and legs he pulls him up.
The preacher again asks the drunk, 'For the love of God have you found Jesus yet.?'
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The drunk wipes his eyes and catches his breath and says to the preacher,
'Are ya sure dis is where he fell in?'
Confusion as usual! - Sequel!
"XXX said he wants you to close bar tonight. It was not against the law to sell beer but need your cooperation same as any other bar as a big Buddha day. "
The above means that legally it is possible to open and serve alcohol but it is expected that you close as a sign of respect because of the importance of the Buddhist holiday. Mmmmm. Must remember to check here next year and not get myself into a tight corner! Ah well, one night off won't do any harm.
The above means that legally it is possible to open and serve alcohol but it is expected that you close as a sign of respect because of the importance of the Buddhist holiday. Mmmmm. Must remember to check here next year and not get myself into a tight corner! Ah well, one night off won't do any harm.
Lighten Up 38!
From the same mate in Phuket!
I know most of you are dog lovers and will help. Our neighbor has lost her Chihuahua puppy and is desperate to find him.
Yesterday, she was sitting on the couch watching TV and realized he was gone. She called out to him and he never responded. She then noticed the back door was open. She has been putting up signs everywhere in an effort to have him returned. Thanks for your help.
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I know most of you are dog lovers and will help. Our neighbor has lost her Chihuahua puppy and is desperate to find him.
Yesterday, she was sitting on the couch watching TV and realized he was gone. She called out to him and he never responded. She then noticed the back door was open. She has been putting up signs everywhere in an effort to have him returned. Thanks for your help.
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Lighten Up 37!
From a mate in Phuket!
A plane leaves Los Angeles airport under the control of a Jewish captain. His copilot is Chinese. It's the first time they've flown together, and an awkward silence between the two seems to indicate a mutual dislike. Once they reach cruising altitude, the Jewish captain activates the auto-pilot, leans back in his seat, and mutters,
'I don't like Chinese.'
'No rike Chinese?' asks the copilot, '....why not?'
'You people bombed Pearl Harbor , that's why!'
'No, no,' the co-pilot protests, 'Chinese not bomb Peahl Hahbah! That Japanese, not Chinese.'
'Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese...doesn't matter, you're all alike!'
There's a few minutes of silence.
'I no rike Jews either!' the co-pilot suddenly announces.
'Oh yeah, why not?' asks the captain.
'Jews sink Titanic says the co-pilot.'
'What? That's insane! Jews didn't sink the Titanic!' exclaims the captain, 'It was an iceberg!'
'Iceberg, Goldberg, Greenberg, Rosenberg , ...no mattah...allie same.
A plane leaves Los Angeles airport under the control of a Jewish captain. His copilot is Chinese. It's the first time they've flown together, and an awkward silence between the two seems to indicate a mutual dislike. Once they reach cruising altitude, the Jewish captain activates the auto-pilot, leans back in his seat, and mutters,
'I don't like Chinese.'
'No rike Chinese?' asks the copilot, '....why not?'
'You people bombed Pearl Harbor , that's why!'
'No, no,' the co-pilot protests, 'Chinese not bomb Peahl Hahbah! That Japanese, not Chinese.'
'Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese...doesn't matter, you're all alike!'
There's a few minutes of silence.
'I no rike Jews either!' the co-pilot suddenly announces.
'Oh yeah, why not?' asks the captain.
'Jews sink Titanic says the co-pilot.'
'What? That's insane! Jews didn't sink the Titanic!' exclaims the captain, 'It was an iceberg!'
'Iceberg, Goldberg, Greenberg, Rosenberg , ...no mattah...allie same.
Confusion as usual!
It had escaped my attention that today, 9th February, is Makha Bucha Day. Apparently it is held on the full moon of the third lunar month and is quite an important holiday in the Buddhist religion. Anyway, the confusion is about whether it is a 'dry' day or not. The full range of opinions is out there. I intend to find out later in the day and post the answer here so I can check next year when opinions will vary again and I will have forgotten again! More of this later.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Copyright Infringement
It seems that the arrival of Central Festival on Beach Road is having an effect on the availability of 'copies' in fun city. Given that the store sells genuine goods at regular prices and is a major force in retailing in Thailand, it would appear that corporate muscle is now being flexed. Numerous stories are doing the rounds that watch sellers have been stopped on the streets and tailors with copy shirts e.g. football, rugby etc. have been visited / raided by authorities in an effort to put an end to this trade. The assumption is that it is only a matter of time until other items (available in Central) will be targeted.
TATTOO
Just a short post to correct false information. The tattoo shop opposite the Golf Club is still in business, contrary to what I was told.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Lighten Up 36!'
An Australian, an Irishman and a Scouser are in a bar. They're staring at another man sitting on his own at a table in the corner. He's so familiar, and not recognising him is driving them mad. They stare and stare, until suddenly the Irishman twigs:
'My God, it's Jesus!'
Sure enough, it is Jesus, nursing a pint. Thrilled, they send him over a pint of Guinness, a pint of Fosters and a pint of bitter. Jesus accepts the drinks, smiles over at the three men, and drinks the pints slowly, one after another. After he's finished the drinks, Jesus approaches the trio. He reaches for the hand of the Irishman and shakes it, thanking him for the Guinness. When he lets go, the Irishman gives a cry of amazement:
'My God! The arthritis I've had for 30 years is gone. It's a miracle!'
Jesus then shakes the Aussie's hand, thanking him for the lager. As he lets Go, the man's eyes widen in shock:
'Strewth mate, the bad back I've had all my life is completely gone! It's A Miracle.'
Jesus then approaches the Scouser who says, 'Back off, mate, I'm on disability benefit.
'My God, it's Jesus!'
Sure enough, it is Jesus, nursing a pint. Thrilled, they send him over a pint of Guinness, a pint of Fosters and a pint of bitter. Jesus accepts the drinks, smiles over at the three men, and drinks the pints slowly, one after another. After he's finished the drinks, Jesus approaches the trio. He reaches for the hand of the Irishman and shakes it, thanking him for the Guinness. When he lets go, the Irishman gives a cry of amazement:
'My God! The arthritis I've had for 30 years is gone. It's a miracle!'
Jesus then shakes the Aussie's hand, thanking him for the lager. As he lets Go, the man's eyes widen in shock:
'Strewth mate, the bad back I've had all my life is completely gone! It's A Miracle.'
Jesus then approaches the Scouser who says, 'Back off, mate, I'm on disability benefit.
2009 - 2010 Room Rates
It's that time of the year again when we post the room rates for the following year from the beginning of low season in March right through to the end of the next high season at the end of February.
The increases this year hardly merit the use of the word. Some rates haven't gone up at all and the average daily increase over the entire 12 months to come is 15 Baht per day! This represents an average increase of 2.2%! So while there may well be a global credit crunch, we are doing our best to hold our charges down and are keeping our fingers crossed that the exchange rates turn in your favour soon.
In response to several queries we are also offering customers the opportunity to prepay for their stay using PayPal which is a secure payment method whether you have an account with PayPal or not.
Rates: 1 Mar 2009 – 30 Sept 2009
Standard Room: 25m2
Daily: 650 Baht
Weekly: 4,200 Bah, Extra Day: 600 Baht
4 Weeks: 15,400, Extra Day: 550 Baht
Superior Room: 33m2
Daily: 750 Baht
Weekly: 4,900 Baht, Extra Day: 700 Baht
4 Weeks: 18,200, Extra Day: 650 Baht
Rates: 1 Oct 2009 – 28 Feb 2010
Standard Room: 25m2
Daily: 830 Baht
Weekly: 5,460 Baht, Extra Day: 780 Baht
4 Weeks: 20,440, Extra Day: 730 Baht
Superior Room: 33m2
Daily: 930 Baht
Weekly: 6,160 Baht, Extra Day: 880 Baht
4 Weeks: 23,240, Extra Day: 830 Baht
Notes:
Prices include all utilities and taxes. Standard Rooms have a side balcony.
Superior Rooms have a wrap-around balcony, microwave and complimentary tea/coffee.
All rooms have A/C, ceiling fan, Cable TV, DVD Player, Electronic Safe, Minibar/Fridge, Kettle, Blackout Curtains and Dimmer Switches and Hot Shower.
There is also a book and DVD library for Residents’ reading / viewing pleasure.
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