Merci le Tour de France 2010 !

See you 2011 to the Grand Departure
on the Atlantic Island Noirmoutier

So, this Irishman walks....

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Young, British and buying sex abroad

The Thai sex trade is driven by overweight, unattractive, middle-aged divorcees, right? Wrong. A Fabulous investigation reveals it’s now 20-something Brits paying for sex. Article by Eimear O’Hagan & Andrew Drummond in Pattaya,

Nick and Gary are on a boys-only holiday with a difference. Their girlfriends think they're on a golfing trip, when in fact they have come to Thailand solely to have sex with prostitutes.

The young men, both 21 and chefs, are in the beach resort of Pattaya for the first time on a two-week break. Good-looking, with decent jobs and gorgeous girlfriends at home, they are not the sort of guys you expect to see paying for sex on the seedy streets of Thailand. But in the 24 hours since they landed, they've already handed over cash to two prostitutes.

Unashamedly, they compare it to trying to secure a one-night stand. While they might buy girls drinks all night only to get blown out in Tenerife, here they know if they fork out money, they're guaranteed sex at the end of the night.

As they head into a bar, wallets bulging with Thai bhat, girls swarm around them. It's clear the new sleazy sex tourists are more likely to be your boyfriend, your husband, your brother or even your son.

Read the full article at Fabulous.

Ed. Favourite comment but I don't know why.... Quote: Ling explains that while young men are easier on the eye, many girls actually prefer the older clients. "With young men, it's non-stop boom boom," she frowns. "Old men are better. They're not as demanding." :Unquote.

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On the Town

I had a wander through the streets of Pattaya on Friday night and was surprised by just how quiet the bars were/are. I'm not sure if this is a measure of anything but half the seats in Iron were vacant. The last time I ventured in the place it was standing room only.

In fact it was so quiet in Iron that a girl with a figure very similar or possibly even better than Meow's in the photo below approached me and tried to force her 'charms' on me. Now every man his his breaking point and Meow's look-a-like certainly found mine. Everything was going swimmingly until the subject of a Bt180 ladies drink was raised. That's when my Yorkshire roots cut in and my breaking point became un-broke. I mean, Baht-one-feckin'-eighty. I can buy two Starbucks coffees for that, even a ticket to a movie that will last 2 hours. Where do they get these prices? Strangely, the beautiful young temptress appeared to lose interest at this point and I was left drinking alone. The girls clearly have some sign language that let's every other girl in the bar know you're a tight twat and from there on everybody else swerves you like you've got facial herpes. Little did they know I had a Plan B.

Plan B was to cross over to Sharks to follow up on a girl I'd met the week before. This new employee of Sharks ranks in my top 3 girls in Pattaya, nay Chonburi, oh sod it, Thailand. If Playboy centre spreads are your thing then this girl will appeal to you and believe me, she needs no Photoshopping. Well, said Playboy girl was all over some blond haired, ghostly looking geaser and although I could tell she really wanted to be with me, I thought me standing around on my own like a dick for 2 hours waiting for blondie to clear off was more than enough devotion on my part. Maybe she'd heard I didn't buy a ladies drink in Iron!! Stranger things have happened in this town... Time for Plan C. Only problem is, I didn't have one.

I finished the night complementing a German friend on how well Germany had played in the World Cup... Suicidal or what.....        

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TTTT - Meow

Photo courtesy of Asian Sweethearts

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The Tourmalet for 100 Years

Have a happy weekend.

My lovelies, how was your week? Toby was sweet but oh-so-cranky today, so I didn't get much done other than rocking him, singing to him and playing Raffi on my computer in a desperate attempt to keep him happy. Whew! Now that he has mellowed out, we're heading to buy my brother a birthday beer. (Happy birthday, Nick!) Have a wonderful weekend, and here are a few great posts from around the web...

Damn, Nikole has a beautiful home.

What a cute photo-booth strip.

Impressive staircases.

NYC wedding invitation. (I want to go.)

This Beatles song played on a ukulele is so beautiful.

Polka dots!

More pretty bubbles.

J. Crew always has the cutest models. (Hello, girl crush.)

And a big thank you to Project Wedding for featuring our wedding photos.

(Photos by Richard Heeks. I posted them last summer but couldn't help reposting.)