Yesterday was hairy in our home, as Chalerm was practicing his hairdressing skills on the Noodle Girl. Chalerm has a three-month course in beauty, makeup and hair, which he attended two hours every evening. He has asked to do my hair but I tell him I am too scared.
Mother Noodle wai’ed me in the soi. So polite. I haven’t had anything to do with her, except that her daughter comes and goes and my boyfriend seems to be her quasi-son for the moment. She looks like a nice lady.
Chalerm called me and told me in an excited voice he had money for me. At some stage Farang D’s Thai boy manager must have dropped the send-a-messenger plan, as he had given Chalerm my payment instead. I told Chalerm to come home as soon as possible (”because I miss you too much!”). When Chalerm has money he likes to show it off to people, waving the bank notes around, and that can be more dangerous than he understands.
I can’t resist posting this picture from Pattaya Mail, showing Prime Minister Thaksin speaking to a crowd as part of his re-election campaign. The phrase “wet as a drowned cat” comes to mind.
March 18th, 2006 at 1:58 pm
TRT seems to be good at gagging the press, but they don’t seem to have got the hang of ‘media minders’ and ’spin doctors’. They would never have allowed George Bush or Tony Blair to appear in public looking like that … nor let Thaksin utter some of his more ill-judged comments.
March 18th, 2006 at 3:28 pm
Maybe Chalerm can open Bangkok’s first combination beauty salon and noodle shop.