A Peaceful, Lakeside-Day of Spiritual Reflection…so this naughty whore-monger will stay at home…

4 Months, 17 days – still sober.

Happy Visakha Bucha Day everyone – may your day be pure and free of vices.

Visakha Bucha falls on the full moon day of the sixth lunar month and is one of the most important days in Buddhism because of  three important incidents in the life of The Buddha; the birth, the enlightenment and the passing away, all miraculously fall on the full moon day of the sixth lunar month – the Vesak full moon day.

Buddhists throughout the world gather together to perform the worship to recollect the wisdom, purity and compassion of the Buddha.

He was born eighty years before the Buddhist Era (2625 years ago),  in Nepal, north of India, on Vesak full moon day.

He attained Enlightenment, at the age of 35, in Bihar State, India, forty five years before the Buddhist Era, on Vesak full moon day

He passed away at the age of eighty, ( 2545 years ago), in Uttrarapradesa, India), on Vesak full moon day.

The Dhamma discovered by the Buddha, when he obtained enlightenment, was Ariyasacca or the Four Noble Truths, namely:

  •        The Noble Truth of Suffering
  •        The Noble Truth of the Origin of Suffering
  •        The Noble Truth of the Extinction of Suffering
  •        The Noble Truth of the Path leading to the Extinction of Suffering

What Mobi Did

Well today, I will stay at home, and try to be free of vice and full of love….

On Sunday, I met Rick at one of my favourite establishments in mid-afternoon and who should I find there, but my new found ex-cop friends, Glen and his silent friend, (who is so silent that I have yet to learn his name). They were sitting in a group, with nary a tid-bit of young, brown, girlie arse in sight; the poor things were totally bereft of female company, but as soon as I arrived they all seemed to come out of the woodwork. Before I knew what was happening I had Dow to the right of me, Lek to the left and Fon – sort of – head on! It was all quite weird – even in this weird and wonderful city. Ok, I am known to be generous with drinks and tips, but even so, it was quite extraordinary. If there is a higher power out there, then he is surely smiling on Mobi in these days of his new found sobriety.

The cops were the first to leave – following the most extraordinary episode of Glenn’s wife suddenly making an appearance and just as quickly disappearing. I have to say that in all my years of whore-mongering, I have never once been tracked down to such establishments by my wives, girlfriends or any other female who may have had some proprietary interest in my well-being, and therefore my whereabouts.

I have always worked on the principal, which is embraced by 99% of Thai women, that no matter what your partner may suspect or even know that you get up to, never flaunt it in their face. Glenn didn’t seem to be too put out by the surpise appearance of his wife, but for me, the rule of the game is never to put your loved one in such a face–losing situation.

But each to his own – ‘there’s nowt as queer as folk’…

 

Rick and I then adjourned to the Birmingham Bar where my cute little expensive tart of the previous day was wearing a very seductive little red number and quickly made a bee line for me. I told her that I thought her drinks, at 120 Baht a pop, were extortionate for a place of such mundane calibre. She claimed ignorance on the price of her drinks and called over an older Thai woman – who I could only assume was the wife of one of the Brummy owners – a person no doubt of considerable authority! I repeated my complaint to her, in my very best Thai and all that I received by way of explanation was a mystified stare. I repeated my complaint – again in Thai and finally in English, in the unlikely event that the lady spoke no Thai, but I just continued to receive the same blank stare in return. It was probably the first time in her life that anyone had ever complained about the price of a drink and she was dumbstruck – literally.

In the end I gave up and bought Annie a drink! (After a mental resolve to slow dow the rate of refills.) Well, who could resist her lovely little face, her beautiful, curvy body which was almost bursting out of the tight fitting red number with a hem line that barely covered her well-endowed bottom..We then had a deep, intellectual discussion on her previously stated intention not to have sex with her customers. She did concede that once she had snagged herself  a regular boyfriend, she would agree to having sex with the ‘chosen one’.

‘How many times a week?’ I enquired, cheekily.

She considered this at length, struggling to come to a conclusion.

‘Every day?’ I pressed, her

‘No, not every day. Maybe three times a week.’

‘That wouldn’t suit me!’

‘Oh but I would be doing other things – like cooking your food, cleaning the house and so on.’

‘Well, I’ll bear it mind the next time I have a girlfriend vacancy….’

 

Yesterday, Monday, I felt guilty about all my recent escapades and resolved to spend the day out with my lovely little Noo. On our drive into Pattaya, Noo mentioned that it was the first time we had been out together in weeks, and that made me feel even guiltier. We did a bit of shopping, then dropped off Noo’s English homework at her school, before stopping at one of my favourite pub- restaurants a for a nice bit of breakfast.

After brekkie we went to a dentist in Jomtien to have our teeth cleaned. To my distress, the excellent male dentist that usually deals with me was not there so I was asked if I would accept a female dentist in his place. After recovering from my disappointment and never being one to ever reject a lovely young lady, I reluctantly agreed, and it was a decision that I was not to regret. This lady gave my teeth the most thorough cleaning I have ever had. She was so painstaking that it took over 90 minutes, all for the princely sum of 500 Baht.

I was planning to ask her to suggest what could be done about my bottom row of teeth that had born the blackening effects of smoking for nearly 30 years (I quit in 1983) and in recent years had become even more stained – presumably due to my excessive consumption of coffee and tea. So you can imagine my pleasant surprise when she showed me the results of her efforts in a mirror, when I saw with total delight, that my teeth were whiter and cleaner than they had been in decades. I was completely overcome and I am really starting to believe that there must, after all, be such a thing as a fairy godmother.

With my new acquired, gleaming white teeth, my sexual exploits with the lovely ladies of Sin City will know no bounds….☺

 

After stopping by the house briefly to feed the dogs, we drove on to Soi Kow Noi where we met up with Rick in a lovely little restaurant called Tasters. It is a couple of kilometres or so into the soi, on the right, coming from Sukhumvit and this was my second visit to this establishment.  I can thoroughly recommend it to Pattaya residents; it is owned and run by a very nice Belgium gentleman and he personally cooks the western food which is mainly pasta based ( I can really recommend the Fettuccini blue cheese), but he has a range of other select items on his menu, all of which are freshly cooked by the owner.

Tasters is a veritable gourmet’s heaven. The place is air-conditioned, spotlessly clean, and tastefully decorated. Unfortunately it isn’t doing very well and the two times I have been there, I – plus Noo and Rick – have been the only customers. It would be a shame if it was forced to close, as it a little jewel of culinary excellence in an area where the large quantity of cheap restaurants is only matched by their consistency in serving distinctly mediocre fare.

Rick and I had a long discussion about our plans for him to build me a new computer – amongst other things – while Noo watched the Discovery Channel and was thoroughly bored. That’ll teach her to come out with me…..

 

Classic Movies.

A good test of a classic film is not whether you can watch it again and again, but whether each time you watch it, you continue to get more out of it.

There are very few movies that I will ever watch more than once, however good I think they are, unless many years have passed since my previous viewing and such was the case with two old, classic movies that I recently decided to give a second run to.

The first was David Lean’s Doctor Zhivago, the epic Russian story set at the outbreak of the Russian revolution, based on the novel  by Boris Pasternak.

Doctor Zhivago is a towering piece of movie making by the master British Director and is reckoned by many to be one of the finest movies ever made. Others maintain that although it is a brilliant movie, it is only third place in the ‘David Lean top ten’ behind the Bridge over the River Kwai and, of course, the multi Oscar-winning Lawrence of Arabia.

Personally, I certainly do not agree that it is the best movie ever made and I also reserve judgement as to whether it is the best movie David lean ever made until I have re-visited ‘Bridge’ and Lawrence’; but it is certainly a towering piece of film making and  held me enthralled for it’s entire 3 hours and 20 minutes!

I found the end part of the story, a sort of epilogue, where the action jumps forward to the (then) present day, a bit confusing, a little tiresome, somewhat contrived and lacking in any real drama, but I am being picky, for the remainder of the film is truly inspirational. The cinematography is breath-taking, and the acting, for the most part, was superb.

In particular, I thought Julie Christie, as Lara, was incredibly ravishing and it was probably her finest ever acting role. Rod Steiger was also brilliant as the menacingly, evil, drunken whore-monger, Komarovsky, who in spite of everything, you couldn’t help empathising with, for you could sense his compassion, despite what he did and what he stood for.

(Maybe I like him so much as he reminded me of myself – much in the same way that I have this passion for Tolstoy who was also a carousing whore-monger from an early age.  I am in good company; it must be my Ukrainian genes – I just adore these tragic, passionate, hard drinking, whoring Soviets….)

I thought that Omar Sharif fitted his role well without ever doing much to commend his acting prowess. He looked and sounded the part – so it worked – but in effect he was pretty much playing himself and walking through the role. I would even go so far as to say that in my opinion, watching the movie some 45 years later, he was the slightly weak link in the chain. I think his performance was a bit amateurish and ‘dated’ and if Lean was casting this movie today, Sharif wouldn’t have got a look in.

But I am being picky again. This movie will soon celebrate its half century birthday and it is still a masterpiece. I would recommend it to anyone who enjoys a romantic, exciting, tear-jerker of a  love story that is set in the epic landscapes of Russia during the tumultuous days of the revolution. A must see for all movie lovers.

My second dip into the past is Michael Cimino’s Deer Hunter, his 3 hour epic about three blue-collar Pennsylvania workers who enlist to fight in Vietnam and their friends, wives and lovers that they leave back home. The film, which was made in 1979, was the only really successful movie in Cimino’s brief drirectorial career and some maintain that the sheer effort of getting this masterpiece to the screen was so draining on his creative juices that he was subsequently washed out as a director for all time.

I have no idea if there is any substance to this, but, watching this film, after a break of some 30 odd years, I still find it an extraordinary piece of film making  and must be in anyone’s top ten of all-time greatest movies. Apart from, arguably, the overlong wedding scene, (about 51 minutes!!), the film just flies by. The film is not really about the Vietnam war. It is about a group of men whose lives are changed forever by the horrors of war – it could have been any war – and more of the action actually takes place in America than in the ‘war zones’.

As with any great movie, the cast is superb, without a single weak link. Leading the pack are Robert De Niro, Meryl Streep, Christopher Walken and John Savage – a virtual who’s who of Hollywood’s greatest and they certainly pulled out all the stops here.  

Deer Hunter is a very moving, very scary, electrifying, extremely thought-provoking movie, as it explores the differing reactions of regular, working-class  Americans,  when they are transplanted into a totally alien, hostile, tropical climate, where life means nothing and where the American psyche is to suffer a seriously bloody nose, which to this day, is yet to make a full recovery from.

The Vietnam sequences were actually shot in Thailand and I happened to have been here at the time and knew many locals who were involved in the Thai production as I was working with the farang film production houses who were primarily engaged in shooting commercials. I also know several of the ‘bit actors’ and extras who are featured in the Vietnam scenes, and even knew one poor lady, who tragically died in a road accident while working with the producers out on location. (I also recognised one of the go-go dancers in the Mississippi Queen scene – well I would wouldn’t I? ☺)

So it was really tuning the clock back when I watched this movie the other day. On the first occasion, it was in a cinema in Bangkok, which was packed to overflowing due to the publicity it had received by virtue of it being partly shot in Thailand. The film actually flopped at the box office here as the Thais just didn’t get it and I am sure many walked out before the conclusion of the 51 minute wedding scene.

But there is no doubt in this amateur reviewer’s mind that the Deer Hunter has stood the test of time and I am sure it will still be eminently watchable in another 30 years.

Movie lovers out there who have not seen the Deer Hunter would do well to seek it out and see how an old fashioned piece of American film making can still move and inspire you.

Happy movie watching, folks….

BUTT….

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