A Dark-Side of hoary whores and a sad side of John Lennon – gone but never forgotten.


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4 Months, 19 Days – still sober; in spite of my erstwhile friends in AA who are all convinced I will never succeed and are waiting for the day when I will crash and burn…

The whoriest little whore in the history of whoreland…

Yesterday afternoon, Noo had gone to English school and I was feeling peckish but too lazy to cook, so I decided to go out and eat. My first port of call was the Pink Pussy, where I must admit I am warming to as a good place to go. They have an extensive menu, both snacks and substantial meals, all of it well cooked, at reasonable prices. I have to say that the 99 Baht all day breakfast, which includes a coffee or tea is one of the best bargains around. Anyway I opted for a sausage sandwich as they serve it with fried onions – which I love – and it is served on delicious, thick, freshly baked, soft white bread.

I entered just behind a farang who had the temerity to grab Som, the gorgeous, leggy, childless lady of my previous visit before I could get to her. Bloody cheek! Not to worry, they sat down next to me at the bar and Som indulged me in chat-chat in Thai while the punter bought her drinks.

After a couple of minutes, another lady I knew from a bar down the road came over to say hello. She was Porn, (yes another one – Porn is a very common name amongst the hookers and lookers of  Sin City’s brothels), a lady well into her 40’s but still with an exceptionally stunning figure. She is very slim and her slender legs seem to go on forever, so despite my natural antipathy to ladies of a certain age, I gave her a whole hearted cuddle and bought her a drink.

At 60 Baht a pop, the cheapest I have come across anywhere in Pattaya, it was a good investment as the lovely Porn then proceeded to point out to me all the best looking young hookers in the establishment and call them over for my inspection. Unfortunately one particularly ravishing lady was already spoken for, so I settled for yet another Som, a childless 22 year – old, freshly arrived from Khon Kaen, and somewhat shy. She was a very pretty young thing and obviously needed schooling in the feminine whiles of how to satisfy a customer so between us – Porn and Mobi – we gave managed to give her a lesson she wouldn’t forget.

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At length, I grew weary of teaching thisyoung lass the naughty ways of the world and decided it was time to move on. I parked outside the next establishment on my list and as I approached the bar entrance, I noticed a very pretty young girl, sitting on the front step, with a considerable amount of flesh showing between the silken folds of her very short black dress. I had seen her before but never spoken to her as she always seemed to be busy, but this time I took her by the hand and led her inside. At first she was slightly reluctant to go with me, but by the time we reached the bar, she seemed to perk up and by the time she returned sporting her lady’s drink, she was full of smiles.

I gave her the once over – she was a very pretty lady by the name of Geng, from Udon Thani – the province with more beautiful ladies per square kilometre than the rest of Thailand put together. Twenty two years old, with no kids and a smooth silky skin, her figure was nothing short of ravishing. She wasn’t one of those slim demure types – no this one had full, firm breasts, with lovely hard nipples, a flat stomach, large bottom and fleshy but firm thighs that left nothing to the imagination.

I tentatively started to explore this beautiful body, waiting for some signs of resistance, but to my surprise, this little sex bomb was begging for it in every sense of the word. She led my hands to their intended targets with almost indecent haste. I was rogering her from the front and the back and she was wailing in ecstasy. Literally within seconds her pussy was so wet that I had to wipe of my fingers before proceeding to excite her even more by playing with her expectant nipples. Not content with all this, she then sat up on the bar and pulled my head down to her crotch where I was exalted to do my worst – or best…

This lady was one of the horniest ladies I have ever met – she was just trembling with sexual excitement and the merest touch of her yum yum, her nipples with either my hand or mouth seemed to send her into paroxysm of ecstasy. She was obviously a nymphomaniac as she confessed that on most days she had at least two customers in the back room – that morning she had already had one screw – and she was almost begging me to do likewise. I must say I was sorely tempted, but succeeded in holding the line, as in spite of what you all may think of me, I have not had full sex with another woman since I shacked up with Noo.  (Shades of Clinton – yet again☺)

Geng told me that if she came to live with me, I would have to screw her at least 4 times every day. So I told her that if she did indeed become my live-in, then I would contract out the 2nd and 4th screws of the day to a trusted friend. She indicated her approval of such an arrangement.

I do admit that all excessive this sexual stimulation was getting to me. While I was servicing the luscious Geng with my hands and mouth, I was in turn being serviced by yet another lovely lady from Udon who had nestled up to me on my left hand side and had the most amazingly smooth, teasing subtle little hands that I have felt in a long while. So I decided to leave before I embarrassed myself – not that I really cared – but it might prove difficult to explain the stains on my shorts to the waiting Noo. I called Rick to come to my rescue and the gallant gentleman arrived just in the nick of time to drag me away from these oh so horny whores….


 This young lady in the pic below has a body not too dissimilar to that of the luscious Geng…

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We adjourned for prayers where a little chorister who had been out sinning for a few days had just been welcomed back to the fold and lost no time in taking over from where the lovely ladies from down the road, had left off. This was no good at all!!

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Poetry through music

I was part of the post war, baby-boomer generation, and my pre-teens were in the long forgotten ‘fifties’ when Frank Sinatra and  Big Band Swing held sway, and then later in the decade the likes of Bill Haley, and the immortal Elvis Pressley captivated the world’s indolent youth. In the UK, along with the American pop music giants, we had  the likes of Tommy Steele, Lonnie Donegan and even the young Cliff Richard to lead the charge on the popular music front.

But then came the sixties and my teenage years when I was swept up by the British pop music revolution, spearheaded by the Beatles and the Stones. The Beatles had a huge influence in my life and even to this day I still regard some of their music as some of the finest popular music ever created. Much of it is completely timeless and I have no doubt that it will still be played somewhere a hundred years from today, as fresh generations of music lovers discover anew the inspired music and words penned by Lennon and McCartney.


Like so many of my generation, my hero was always John Lennon. He was a genius, he was a rebel, he said the things we all wanted to say.His music had an edginess to it that echoed our own loves, frustrations, sorrows and traumas in an ever-changing world and within our own miserable lives. Lennon was also a true poet, with published volumes to his name and not a mean artist.

We were all devastated when the Beatles broke up, and poor Paul became the instant target of our ire. Somehow, we all knew that John was always the soul of the Beatles and that once he left, it was the end of an era. Much later,we discovered that Paul did indeed write some of the best known Beatles songs on his own – but in spite of this, we still believe that John was the driving force behind all those songs – that without his presence drive and inspiration, McCartney would never have risen to such heights of writing brilliance. Certainly it is true that since the breakup of the Beatles, Paul has written hardly anything that is noteworthy or memorable.

John Lennon himself was somewhat sympathetic to this point of view and it let it ‘all hang out in the song he wrote in 1971 – How do you sleep at night? The words were so ferociously critical of McCartney, that Ringo Starr, the Beatles drummer,  walked out of a recording session when he heard Lennon singing it.  

He had heard lines like:

So Sgt. Pepper took you by surprise

You better see right through that mother’s eyes

Those freaks was right when they said you was dead

The one mistake you made was in your head…..

And:

You live with straights who tell you you was king

Jump when your momma tell you anything

The only thing you done was ‘Yesterday’..

And since you’re gone you’re ‘Just Another Day…’

And the most hurtful of all:

A pretty face may last a year or two

But pretty soon they’ll see what you can do

The sound you make is muzak to my ears

You must have learned something in all those years….

 

Ouch!! Nasty one John…


If you ever have a chance to see the documentary ‘Gimme some Truth’ then please do so as it shows you a true musical genius at work at the height of his powers. It covers the period when Lennon made his second post- Beatles  Album, ‘Imagine’, and it is fascinating to see this multi-faceted, compassionate, passionate, inpatient, complex individual at work and play and the huge influence played on his life at that time by Yoko Ono.

It is a sad fact that Yoko Ono has probably always been universally disliked – probably hated. She was blamed for the break-up of the Beatles, and this to a large extent is probably true – but was it necessarily a bad thing? We will never know, but this fan thinks not. It was time for John to move on in his career, and after the highly acclaimed John Lennon/Plastic Ono Bnad album in 1980 and the wonderful magic of the ‘Imagine’ album in 1981, he ‘went out into the wilderness’ but was just returning to his creative best when he was cut down in his prime.

Yoko was a massive influence on John during the final years of the Beatles and in all the years beyond until he was shot dead in New York in 1980 at the age of 40, just after completing his final album – Double fantasy. If you watch Yoko in the documentary you will be struck by the control that she has over him. It is very clear that Lennon was totally mesmerised by this very clever, Oriental sex bomb – and the footage evokes many memories of similar, controlling oriental sex bombs that I and many other Brits have found in this part of the world over the decades since John’s tragic death. We Brits never seem to learn.

John was many things and being a political activist was right up there at the top of his many accomplishments. The younger generation in America took him to their hearts when he opposed the Vietnam War and he wrote several anti-war songs that became anthems to the peace efforts. During the early 70’s Nixon tried repeatedly to have Lennon deported from The USA due to his anti-war stance, yet when he was gunned down in 1980, the entire American nation mourned his passing – including the then President, Jimmy Carter.


Those who are old enough can remember where they were and what they were doing when they heard about the assassination of John Kennedy. Ditto for the Manchester United Munich Air disaster, and in more recent times, the 9/11 outrage. Add to this list, the murder of John Lennon.

I was in Bangkok, living in a shop-house in a suburb of Ladprao with my then 4th wife, Noi. I was 34 years old and I was working at that time with my good friend who ran a recording studio in Soi Asoke. I must have heard about Lennon’s death on the radio and I remember going downstairs and sitting in my ancient, rusty old Simca automobile and putting my cassette of the Beatles White Album in the car stereo system. I cranked the volume up and sat in the driver’s seat, stunned and devastated. One of the most influential people in my life had died and it felt like a part of my life had died with him. I remember Noi coming downstairs and asking me what on earth I thought I was up to. I just ignored her and after a while she gave up and went away.

Later I drove slowly into work, where my friend, who used to be professional muso and had played many of the Beatle’s songs during his career and was a huge fan of Lennon’s music, was sitting alone, eerily quiet and very sad. To the best of my knowledge, we got totally pissed…..

To choose a Lennon song for this section of my blog is an almost impossible task. There are so many that I love and so many that have deep meaning to me and bring back so many memories in my life. I will probably return to Lennon again and again in this ‘Poetry through Music’ section, if my blog lasts that long; for, of all the wonderful songwriters that have existed in my era, there is no doubt that Lennon is a true poet in every sense of the word.

In the end, I have opted for a little known track from John Lennon’s Imagine album. I love this song because it germinated in 1969 and was written as a protest song about the American politicians who were conducting the horrendous events that were going on in Vietnam and in particular, about Richard Nixon – or ‘Tricky Dickie’ as he was popularly known. Nixon must have hated it, for as stated above, he did his level best to have Lennon deported, but never succeeded.  Anyway I love this song and I love the lyrics, as they are every bit as relevant today as when they were written some 40 odd years ago.

Has anything changed? Are politicians any more honest and less devious? I think my recent rants against the current American administration, including Obama, are evidence enough that in my mind, nothing much has really changed. American policy is every bit as devious, self- serving, disingenuous and politically motivated today as the day that John Lennon wrote this song.

Enjoy it folks….

Just Gimme Some Truth

I’m sick and tired of hearing things

From uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites

All I want is the truth

Just gimme some truth

I’ve had enough of reading things

By neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians

All I want is the truth

Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of Tricky Dicky

Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me

With just a pocketful of hope

Money for dope

Money for rope

I’m sick to death of seeing things

From tight-lipped, condescending, mama’s little chauvinists

All I want is the truth

Just gimme some truth now

I’ve had enough of watching scenes

Of schizophrenic, ego-centric, paranoiac, prima-donnas

All I want is the truth now

Just gimme some truth

No short-haired, yellow-bellied, son of Tricky Dicky

Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me

With just a pocketful of hope

It’s money for dope

Money for rope

Ah, I’m sick to death of hearing things

from uptight, short-sighted, narrow-minded hypocrites

All I want is the truth now

Just gimme some truth now

I’ve had enough of reading things

by neurotic, psychotic, pig-headed politicians

All I want is the truth now

Just gimme some truth now

All I want is the truth now

Just gimme some truth now

All I want is the truth

Just gimme some truth

All I want is the truth

Just gimme some truth

And listen to John singing: Just Gimme some Truth

BUTT… BUTT…

2 thoughts on “A Dark-Side of hoary whores and a sad side of John Lennon – gone but never forgotten.”

  1. Hi Mobi, missed the blog the last few days, hope you’re OK and still on the water wagon.

    Best,

    ~Pholoen

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