The Darkside Blogger; Your Much-Wedded Pattaya Based, Carouser and Alcoholic Whore-Monger is 65 Today. Happy Birthday… Mobi!

5 Months, 5 days, – Still sober.

Happy Birthday to you….

Yes folks, today is my birthday so I thought I’d better write a Sunday blog and share my birthday with you. For no one else on this little planet of ours seems to know or care, judging by the absence of emails, cards, or any other kind of felicitation to mark this most auspicious occasion. ☺

Of course this is no recent phenomenon, as for much of my adult life, particularly since I uprooted and moved to Thailand, my birthdays have passed unnoticed and unsung. I used to get the odd card and email from my family back home, but even they seem to have forgotten about their ‘black sheep’ these days. Maybe they have been reading my blog and have decided to disown me – I must say they have all been very quiet as of late.

My little Noo has also forgotten the big day – not that I really expected her to remember. Some months ago she did ask me for my date of birth, but I can hardly expect her to have remembered it after all this time.

Now don’t get me wrong – this isn’t a whinge – when you reach my time of life it is actually better to let birthdays pass without too much fanfare. In my drinking days, which, let’s face it, lasted most of my adult life, the lack of any 3rd party acknowledgement of my ‘special’ day would be usually marked by Mobi going on a binge, to cheer myself up. Of course, any excuse for getting pissed was always seized on with relish. There were many birthdays when I secretly hoped that no one would remember, so that I could feel extra sorry for myself and get even more drunk….

I must admit though that during most of the years I was married to Dang, she did remember my birthday, usually by buying me an unnecessarily lavish gift and often arranging a small party with family and friends. In fact I had been lulled into such high expectations that upon reaching the grand age of 60, (which was also my 5th  cycle birthday under the Chinese system), I was fully expecting a very grand celebration. The great day came, and everyone forgot – my wife, my kids, my siblings – everyone. I admit to feeling a bit ‘put out’ – well you would wouldn’t you? Everyone I had known had had a massive party for their 60th, yet here was Mobi in Pattaya and nobody knew or cared.

So in true Mobi tradition, I took off early morning and started working on some serious drinking. I recall to this day the very bar that I started my 60th Birthday binge – it was in a beer bar down in Pattaya which was open at 11 am, and after a few beer chasers to get me in the mood I adjourned to one of my favourite watering holes off Nern Plub Wan, where I got stuck into the Sang Som.

From there I started to slowly work my way around the lake getting more and more pissed at every bar I hit. Somewhere along the line, either Dang or one of my friends managed to make contact with me and the net result was that it finally reached Dang’s consciousness that her errant husband was a bit upset that she had completely forgotten his 60th birthday!!!  

Full credit to Dang for realising the ‘error of her ways’, and unbeknown to me she set about trying to make amends.  She called me many times during my drunken traversing around the lake, exhorting me to be sure be home by 7 pm, as she had cooked a little food for me that she wanted me to share with her and her family. I promised her that I would try and finally made it back by about 8 pm, only to find a full scale birthday party in full swing!

Dang had pulled out all the stops. She had gathered up as many of my friends that she could muster at short notice, plus a whole load of Thais that I have never met before (Shades of ‘rent a crowd’ – I suspected), plus a load more Thais and family friends that I did vaguely recognise. There was live music from a couple of Pattaya musicians, and tables of food, fit for a King. There were banners, balloons, flashing lights and goodness knows what else, and many of my farang friends even turned up with cards and presents. All this had been arranged at a mere few hours’ notice. You’ve got to hand it to her; my beloved wife did have hidden talents after all. Maybe she should have been a ‘party planner.’

So I sat with my drinking buddies, got ever drunker and had a great time singing and dancing the night away, until at some point – of which I have no memory – I passed out and slept what was left of the night and most of the next day.

A postscript to this unlikely event is that it cost me a small fortune – from the musicians to the food (much of which had been bought in from local bars and restaurants) to the booze and God knows what else. Dang supplied the no how, organisation and labour, and Mobi, as ever, footed the bill. Still, it’s the thought that counts – at least that’s what they say.

But there will be no parties, this time around. I am no longer a party animal, as parties mean booze and I can do without that kind of temptation, still barely 5 months into my new found sobriety. So this time, I will not be going out on a drunken binge. I will finish this blog, do a bit of tidying up and then hopefully drive into Pattaya with Noo and do a bit of shopping. Maybe we will have a little meal out, I’ll have to see how I feel and what the time is.

Will I tell Noo it is my birthday today? Probably not, there’s no point, as she will only feel bad and she doesn’t deserve that. She is too nice to start putting feelings of guilt into her lovely little head

If I was still living in the UK, today I would be an official old age pensioner, and I would be entitled to a free bus pass, free medical prescriptions and a host of other allowances and privileges that are given to Brits who succeed in actually making it to the ripe old age of 65. Of course I also qualify for a small state pension which will no doubt come in useful in paying for a few ladies’ drinks……

I suppose reaching 65 is a bit of a psychological milestone. There is no doubt that I am now entering the twilight years of my life and maybe it’s time to take stock and consider deeply what it is that I wish to do with what remains of my life. How many more years have I got? With luck, maybe ten, with a lot of luck maybe 15 – max. With all my chronic complaints, I could of course ‘peg out’ at any time, but if I try to take good care of myself, then I see no reason why I shouldn’t make it into my mid-seventies – God willing!

As a special ‘Birthday Treat’, today I will publish a large set of photographs of the Japanese Model, Mai Nishida. As you must have gathered from the pictures that I post daily in my blog, I have a wide, catholic taste in women, although I do adore – nay worship – the Asian female body, as compared to other ethnicities.

But even the Asian female body form has a wide variation in  shapes, sizes and colours, and I love the fuller figured and  darker beauties along with the  more traditional slender, delicate and sometimes paler skinned types. I try to post a wide assortment of pics on my blog so that hopefully there is something there that can cater to every taste.

But today, I am publishing what I consider to be an extraordinarily stunning girl who has an absolutely ravishing, slender figure. There is nothing about this lady that I would wish to change – even her slightly imperfect teeth – which just adds to her allure, and incredible cuteness . She is the very embodiment of Asian Beauty. I do hope you all agree. Enjoy it folks…..

5 thoughts on “The Darkside Blogger; Your Much-Wedded Pattaya Based, Carouser and Alcoholic Whore-Monger is 65 Today. Happy Birthday… Mobi!”

  1. Many Happy returns Mobi old chap, I can now truly say that now you have reached the great age of 65. I too get some what depressed about birthdays, my kids do remember but its no longer somethinbg I want to remember. I remember that 1 year I thought I was 50 and arranged a fedw druinks for my friends. It was only the next day that my beloved pointed out that I was only 49!!!!!

    I am not sure I agree with you about teh girl. yes she is pretty but far from perfect. He boobs will be most saggy as she get older, but may be Mobi likes that.

  2. Happy 65th birthday Mobi and many more. I’ve never been a big fan of my own birthdays, it’s a good time to reflect on this journey we call life though. May all your dreams and wishes be fulfilled in the years ahead.

    I wish you Peace, Happiness and Sobriety !

    Rebel

  3. P.S. I knew it was your birthday today… AND what a “SPECIAL” one it IS!

    Some of us DO pay attention out here in blogland, you know…

  4. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Mobi~san!!!!

    Human life is precious and such a milestone is to be thoroughly and joyfully celebrated. Hope you and Noo have a wonderful day… do something special, will ya?

    Hip, Hip, HOORAY…

    Best wishes.

    Turk

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