A sort of variation of Driving Miss Daisy...but swap the vintage motor for a sooped up Honda Click, Miss Daisy for a fat [at][at][at][at] (although not as fat as Withnallstoke likes to make out..I'd say 6,1 and 95kg is a perfectly reasonable ratio..so bugger off withnall yer flabby bastard) and the Chaffeur for an Asian punk with a ridiculous half baked beard and a glint in his eye which suggested drugs had played a part at some stage during his back street, Bangkokian existence..Hell..his mates looked like fucking murderers..
I asked the punk how much to get from the British Embassy to Mor Chit bus station..of course him and his murdering chums all piped up and made an absolute shambles out of trying to speak English..stop crucifying my language you fuckwits and let me crucify yours instead..I'm better at it and it makes me feel superior..so knowlingly being ripped off, because to be honest I'm over the haggling, it gets fucking boring..haggling is for newbies..fact of the day...'we' or rather that wanker, settled on 200 bt..yeh whatever, just get me there and out of this fucking city..lively please..
So the Punk is an enthusiatic little fucker..as I'm manouvering my ample (but not fat) frame onto his little scooter, the twat pulls off without making certain I'm actually on the bike..hence I grazed my legs on the foot holds..oh woe, oh deep deep woe..a graze..you yabba eating murderer..
Next thing I notice as I was staring daggers at the back of his helmet was the fact that his wing mirrors didn't appear to be being used, due to the fact they'd been turned inwards to create less air friction I assume..go faster mirrors..what a twat..this guy was driving a lunatic..
In and out of traffic like a snake on PCP, bombing down soi's which weren't really supposed to be driven down as a result of being the width of a garden path and easing his way threw rush hour traffic and 80 kph plus..the daggers in the back of the helmet were turning into a confusion..this guy should not be allowed to mingle with the general public, let alone taxi the fuckers..
We stopped for petrol..
I noticed he put in 60 baht, so he'd be making at least 140 bt profit for 45 or so's minutes work..a regular little Bill Gates..
Continued buzzing through the traffic..too many close calls to mention..
Took in the Bangkok scenery..hmmmm ..nice...
Arrived at the bus station and dashed into the bog for a changed of underwear..
Next time, I'll walk....bugger that for a game of soldiers..