Bemused looks all round as Manchester concert-goers are asked to pay their respects to the king of Thailand while a giant photo of him & the queen is lowered over the stage & the national anthem is played.
Formalities over & it's on with the show - two Thai kids breakdancing. Polite silence from the assembled masses. Then Thailand's Top Supermodel (apparantly) takes the stage to chants of 'ladyboy, ladyboy' from the usual suspects in the crowd followed by a counterfiet Frank Sinatra to chants of 'who are ya, who are ya' then Sven, Thaksin & the squad took to the stage & it all went bananas & everybody was happy.
Free Thai food everywhere & the quality was top notch. Every queue was two-hundred deep. The beer tent was selling Singha for £3 a bottle & it came in a plastic pint pot. Security was tight & they were turning anybody who didn't really belong away. Police were everywhere including all the rooftops & there wasn't any trouble.
Thaksin kept putting in an appearance at the window of the town hall to massive cheers from the crowd. They were loving him & he was loving it. Nobody here has a clue about this guy's background & I don't think it would matter if they did.
Thaksin thinks the fans are calling him Frank Sinatra because they think he, too, is a great man. Truth is they simply can't pronounce his proper name.
All in all a good night because the crowd made it so. The concert was shite but at least he's showing willing by putting it on.