Wong on..

There is a bar in Bangkok, a wonderful bar.. Remarkable mostly for its unremarkableness and the atmosphere that ensues from the lack of pretension.. It was there on Friday night that I found myself in new friends arms singing along to unnamable deep n dirty '80s hits whose lyrics could only come back to me at 4am.. Even Wong himself was belting it out, standing barefeet on the bar, whiskey soaked eyesockets and temperament.. The beer fridge was empty and the tabs ran wild.. but Wong doesn't seem to care.. hell be there the next night, and the night after.. at least there is one decent boozey afterhours in this turvy-topsy night city..