THE LOLA BOYS ABROAD !
The trails and tribulations of a dodgy duo!
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Paul and Andrew had eventually found each other in a tatty room, in an old wooden house, in an equally tumbledown town deep in the south of Thailand. Their re-connection had been as ordinary as the abode they were renting, but Paul knew that was often the case with couples who’d been together as long…
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Paul stood in the middle of the rice paddy in Ubud, an overly touristic, yet beautiful town in Bali. Her pavements were as cracked and decrepit as the numerous temples which studded the craggy urbanisation. Ancient jewels gleaming amongst the tacky souvenir shops. Gigantic poles of palm and bamboo, known as Panjur, decorated with fruits…
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Paul alighted the train in southern Thailand and stepped into the coal black night. The heat was still fierce despite the late hour and he struggled with his rucksack across the tracks slipping unsurely on the rocky ballast beneath. There was nobody else and more importantly no platform in sight. He made his way back…
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Lamphu House lay secreted down a hot, concrete, flip-flop clad alley. If one didn’t have a map it might never be found. It was what might be termed as old school. A hippy hideaway in the centre of Bangkok without the hip prices. The place was certainly authentic. The cackling of the girls and…
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They didn’t quite know how but once The Boys had hit the high life and were living it up on the nineteenth floor of their condominium, they were laid quite low! Two horribly ill homos in an undersized condo! T’was not a pretty sight. Paul and Andrew found it sickening. It could have been the mystery…
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Paul had played the end of the pier before but had never stayed on one – so he and Andrew’s sojourn on a dilapidated jetty in the rather gaudy Thai Gulf town of Hua Hin was to be a premiere occasion. Andrew had obviously worked a pier or two too. Professionally as well! He’d had…
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Bangkok The lady of the night sauntered through the blistering day, her mammoth cleavage sparkling with golden glitter and glinting artfully and quite artificially in the harsh midday sun. She bounced slowly past the beer sodden balcony, on which Paul and Andrew had just found some respite from that fireball overhead, her stilettoes singing sharply…
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The early morning British Airways flight from London to Brussels shook the victorian sash window and Paul sprouted from his reverie feeling quite green. He wondered what the house’s original occupants would have made of the giant metal bird in the sky disturbing their sleep path. They surely would have bolted from their bed, bloomers…
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Paul sat on the rented teal sofa and smoothed out the vacant velveteen cushion adjacent to him. He looked across to the grey bucket chair that had never once featured in his grey matter as part of his bucket list, and sighed. The offensive four legged creature sat glaring at him from the opposite corner…
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Paul sat in the shade of a wafting Tamarisk spared from the hot pale sand of the Greek beach and watched the ferries come and leave in the distance. He found it mesmerising to spectate as travellers came and went as he sat still. Not yet having to move. Having the audacity to stay for…
THE LOLA BOYS ABROAD ! 