Today started with a trip to Thai Immigration to get my visa extended while my work permit application is processed. Looking around I saw a large number of 50-something Farangs standing about with their 25 year-old thai wives/mia nois’/mia gep’s, god bless ‘em. Without exception each of the girls looked like she’d at one time or another worked in a bar, as they still wore the standard uniform of skin tight blue jeans and black t-shirt. Also without exception, each and every one of the girls were stunning.

Of course I rocked up with the sole Office Fatty ™ to help with translations etc, of which she proved invaluable help. And I couldn’t help but think that all of the Farangs were standing around and laughing at me behind my back because I didn’t have a slinky little tart in tow. But at least I’m back at work now with a 2 week extension to my visa, while they’re probably still sitting in the queue wondering which 15 forms they have to fill in next. Three cheers for Office Fatty™