Ipswich Serial Killer?

It is becoming increasingly likely that there is a serial killer in operation in Ipswich. They would appear to be preying on working girls (for now) in the areas red light district. Some newspapers have begun to compare this case with that of the Yorkshire Ripper. Peter Sutcliffe... what a vile man.

I just wish that each time someone goes missing the BBC didn't refer to them solely as a "prostitute". We get the point. Time to start remembering that these are women that are dying. People. God speed to the police as they hunt this murderer down.

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It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas

I had my first Christmas dinner of the year on Saturday. It was the TVW Christmas Do and of course yours truly had been invited to attend.

Jim and I headed down to my parents in the early afternoon and I was quickly roped in to helping put the Christmas tree up. Not really a chore, more an oppurtunity to have some fun. Sadly my sister spent the whole time sulking because I'd told her off for talking back to Mum. I'm a mean big brother.

After that Mum drove me down into Folkestone to the East Cliff Pavillion. Last time I was there was for Eurotunnels Christmas Do 2002. I loitered outside and a few people thought I was the bouncer. I had some fun with that, misdirecting people and such like. Well if they are just going to assume...

Finally Stacey arrived and I gave her a big hug. We went in had a pint at the bar. Despite being exactly 3 minutes late (I keep a close eye on such things) we were the first there. I do believe that no one in Folkestone understands the concept of time. Anyhew... the others quickly arrived, mainly new people I didn't know followed by the old crew who all shouted at me loudly and gave me big hugs which confused the new people. The new people spent the rest of the evening giving me odd looks which said "Who the hell are you???" :) While I was at the bar some petite blonde girl approached me and hugged me. Because I was so in my "TVW" frame of mind I couldn't place her for a moment. It was Becky!! Yes Eurotunnel Becky! I was so pleased to see her.

I got sat at Team C's table who haven't calmed down since I last saw them. Before the starters had been brought out they were already singing (I'm taking some artistic license when I say that) "All I Want For Christmas". It was good to see Stacey though.

Before I'd finished my starter I received a text message. Rob was in the Pavillion with his work! And when I met him at the bar, Olly was there too. Olly was someone I used to walk home from school with as he lived in my street. He also first introduced me to the concept of a soggy biscuit. He corrupted my innocent mind! :)

It was a good night and it was nice to chat with Henry and Rosanna.

Got a taxi home. Weirdest taxi ride of my life. I got in and the taxi driver seemed friendly enough and we drove off. We chatted, he asked me what I did for a living and I told him I worked for an internet company. He said he did too so I asked him what line of business it was. He told me it was a bondage business called Victorian Dover. And so we spent the rest of the journey talking about the ins and outs of bondage. Specifically is it Dominatrixs or Dominatrices as the plural of Dominatrix? Dominatrices loses some of the power of the word...

Sunday after two helpings of breakfast (just like the cats I managed to convince two different people to make me breakfast... mwhahahaha) we headed off to Dorking to go visit Paul and Jane. We had a lovely time with lots of alcohol, food and a trip to their local pub where Jim and Paul were accosted by a rather forward lady while playing pool. :)

Got home about 8pm after a busy weekend. I need a couple of days off to recover from the 20 odd pints of beer and the acres of food consumed. Christmas has arrived!

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London Town

Today was a very sad day indeed. It was Nicks last day! Since Nick started he has been one of the few people at work I really don't mind seeing outside of work. Goodbye Nick! I'm just glad you're not going back to America just yet.

So to celebrate his final day we went down to the Beehive after work, had loads to drink there, before JP, Nick and I headed to Soho and a small cafe called Lido where we met two of JPs elusive friends; one was an arsonist (well his lighter was quite distracting so he couldn't have been anything else) and the other was quite cute, kind of like Nathan from QAF UK. Had a nice night.

Supernatural should be ready for download... I can almost smell Jensen Ackles. I actually got so desperate for a Jensen fix that I read some Supernatural slash. Shudder. Women should not be allowed to write gay erotica. They are so crap at it. It was 15 pages of build up followed by a quarter page of vague fumblings. Just not the same!



That boy. He is intoxicating.

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Being Tall

Most of the time I don't really notice being tall. Sure I'm 6'9" but I've always been tall, I feel normal!

But some days I really do feel extra tall! Days like today. I feel so awkward on days like this. Just walking through the doors becomes annoying. Normally I duck under them without even thinking about it. But when I feel like this I get to the door, stop, stare into that dusty place above it that very few people ever get to see (trust me when I come round your house I will always find those dusty places you missed!), and then awkwardly duck under the door. It's all a lot of effort.

Recently I've noticed something worrying. I'm starting to get broader. My shoulders are certainly larger than they used to be (I can remember I used to measure them with my hands and wish they were larger... so I know!!) which is not quite as desirable as you might think. The doors in our flat are quite short and quite slim. I'm approaching the point of actually filling them!

And trains. They are becoming annoying. I don't know whether I'm growing again or something but I am now a couple of inches taller than the crevice that leads to the door (I'm probably now half a foot taller than the doors themselves). This makes for interesting travelling on busy trains. Or on trains with an annoying shortarse blocking my way out of the crevice.

And it's winter. And you all know how I feel about umbrellas.

I've started to notice the staring again. And the whispers behind my back. No I'm not paranoid!

When I was 16 I was about 6'5" and people began to stop me in the street so they could exclaim "God, aren't you tall?". A couple of years later I got to the height where people stopped doing that and instead would just stop whatever they were doing and stare. Even if they were directly in my way. And they often thought I was deaf and say to a mate "Fuck ain't he tall??".

As a self conscious teenager this used to bother me a lot. But as I grew older I stopped even noticing it. It still happened but unless who I was with pointed it out I wouldn't hear or see it. But it's started to bother me again. And it's starting to make me angry. I want to go up to them and scream at them about how I didn't stare at them despite their horrendous looks, so they might want to extend said courtesy to me. And I didn't really want to mention just how fat their were but if we're mentioning the bloody obvious... etc... etc...

I hate days like this. Maybe screaming at someone might make it better... that'd sure put the fear of God into them.

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Tornado!

I'm off work sick at the moment and did take a moment this morning to watch the thunder, lightening and dark clouds from the kitchen window as the rain battered against it. Little did I realise that just a few miles away a tornado had touched down. Amazing, glad no one was killed.

I love watching the news after an event like this, suddenly they are terrified that tornados will start striking everywhere and that this winters weather is going to be awful. One BBC reporter said that authorities were remaining alert as they feared "something" might reoccur.

Britain has always had tornados.
One tornado does not a pattern make.

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I'm So Sick Of This!

Mary Cheney, the Vice President of the United States' daughter, is pregnant.

The conservatives over there are a bunch of arsewipes (much like our own... :) ).

"Just because you can conceive a child outside a one-woman, one-man marriage doesn't mean it's a good idea," she said. "Love can't replace a mother and a father."

What is it about this whole need to have a mother and a father, otherwise the world will go to pot? I grew up without a father. I have never been in trouble, I have an IQ of 129 and I'm a tolerant individual known for his inability to hurt others without a very, very good reason. I'm not saying that's a result of not having a father (I think whether you have a mother, a father or neither doesn't matter a damn!), I'm saying that not having a father did not stop me from growing up a good, intelligent boy.

What I want to know is what consequences people think not having a father will lead to? I think genes are more important. If two nice people conceive a child that child is likely to be nice even if both parents are absent! Check out Chapter 5 of Freakanomics

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Do Not Be Alarmed!

After many months of not being able to, Blogger has deigned to allow me to "upgrade" to Blogger Beta. Goodbye old template! Hello new (temporary!) one.

If the link to your blog has disappeared let me know. If you want me to link to you let me know!

As a former Blogspot Plus (and Blogger Pro one as well... I've always been a sucker for Blogger) subscriber I used to have the option to not have that annoying search bar above my blog. No more. Grr...

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The Ex Gay Movement

A few days ago some guy who I don't know decided to email me this article. Please do not read it if you don't want to be annoyed. I have been annoyed by it so much that I've finally got to write something down to get it off my mind.

"I told you my first boyfriend left me a month after we got together. The last time I saw him, he said something that frightened and hurt me. I was crying a lot but he didn’t seem to be upset at all. Heartbroken, I asked him why he seemed to show no emotion.

“I’ve been out longer than you,” he told me. “I’ve been with lots of guys, and so will you. After you’ve broken up a few times, it won’t hurt anymore.”

I was shocked. This was my father’s unfair stereotype about gays, and here it was coming out of my (now ex) boyfriend’s mouth! I was angry, but as I got deeper into the gay community, I found that most—if not all—of the gay-identified men I met lived according to these words."

OK. I've been around the block a few times (I was such a tart when I was a teenager!). I have NEVER met a single gay guy like that. This leads me to believe that either that statement is erroneous or this guy made some big mistakes in choosing boyfriends. In fact the whole article reads like some mentally disturbed person is writing on their experience of homosexuality. He seems to believe that the gay men he choose to hang around with are representative of "a lot of" or "most" gay men. This seems flawed considering the story he painted above shows his choice of friends and boyfriends leaves a lot to be desired.

"I never met anyone who was in a long-term, exclusive relationship"

Where did hang o ut at? A sauna??? The local cruising ground???? This guy seriously needs to meet some non scene guys. There's a lot of them. I've met at least 3 couples who have been together more than 20 years. And I don't even socialise with other gay men!

Homosexuality seems to work at first because it satisfies the surface desire. Like I said, we developed homosexual attractions and they’re real. Giving in to them feels good. But even when they are satisfied, the deep longing that’s hiding under the attractions is still there, unmet.

My deep longing was to be ina loving relationship with a man (as I find men highly attractive). Once in a relationship with a man who I love and who loves me any longing disappears. Maybe, I know this might sound strange, this guy was longing for something real gay men don't want!

When I was going to an Exodus group one of the first things that really made me rethink my sexuality was a list my group leaders told me to make. Actually, it was two lists. The first one we made was of all the things we found most attractive in other guys. I had a very specific list: it turned me on when guys were muscular, athletic and confident. There were some other things, too.

A couple weeks later they asked me to make another list. This one was of the things I was most insecure about in myself. Again, I made a very exact list. After I finished, we took out my previous list and compared the two. Unknowingly, I had made two nearly identical lists. Almost every feature I looked for in other guys was something I felt bad about in myself.

This gave credibility to the claim my group leaders made—that I had so far rejected—that homosexual attraction in men is rooted in envy. While this idea seemed insulting to me before, it started to make sense. Growing up, I was always insecure in my appearance, performance, and I was very timid around other boys. These things got in the way of my desire to be accepted by them and be one of them, which is a desire every boy has.

One word: narcissist

I just hate ex gays. I wouldn't mind if they just said "Homosexuality wasn't the answer for me". Ex gays seem to think what they feel is how all gay people feel (secretly). Sorry but nobody knows my mind better than me... homosexuality has been the one light in my life during some seriously dark times. It is not based on my need for a father figure. It is not based on some feeling of envy as to how other guys look. I'm 6'9", I'm a bit above that kind of feeling of inadequacy some people harbour. Why would I envy other guys, I don't want to have their bodies (too much hard work!). I want to HAVE their bodies. If you know what I mean. ;op I was accepted by other boys at school. I have friends from school who I still see (or at least should see more often, still sorry about Saturday guys!!)

I think Archbishop Desmond Tutu (the only one in the world who has my total, unwavering respect) says what I want to say best when he said:

"The orientation is a given, not a matter of choice. It would be crazy for someone to choose to be gay, given the homophobia that is present."

And that is what the ex gay movement is about. It's about people wanting to be straight because they are so small minded that they actually care about how people perceive them. They are scared to be themselves because they obviously find themselves quite disgusting. They are envious, bitter and deeply disturbed. I'd be fine with that except for the fact that they are forcing young gay people to attend their courses. THAT IS WRONG!



Oh well... if anyone out there knows an ex gay remember to give them a hug! They need it.

If you want to read a very interesting study on homosexual couples look here

If you want to read the writings of some fellow ex gay watchers see here

If you want to become an ex gay go here. Please leave this blog!

If you want to buy me a Christmas present go here.

Happy St Nicholas Eve

I hope you've all been singing your Sinterklaas-song or Knecht Ruprecht might come and get you! :)

Last night after work I went out with Jim and our friends Paul and Jane. We had a drink in the Thomas Moore, near the Tower of London, before heading to Wapping for dinner at... Il Bordello. As you should know, Dear Constant Reader, this is my favourite restaurant. I felt alarmingly stuffed and quite drunk by the time we fell into the Captain Kidd pub. A nice evening was had by all.

Did feel worse for wear this morning though!

As an early Christmas present to you here is a Sexy Santa Collection! Warning not work safe. And who here wishes the sexy santa guy from Amazon really was Santa??

My "Sinterklass" Wishlist

My Curling Pictures Are Uploaded

After the delay caused by my laptop dying I've uploaded my curling pictures. The best ones (in my opinion!) are on my Flickr.

Because my laptop died I've pretty much lost all my Thailand pictures. I've got about 30 on Flickr and this blog but I took way more than that. :( Oh well.. the rest of my pictures were on my iPod so phew!

No Supernatural this week. :( But did find out Jensen Ackles is 6'1"! Almost normal height...



Watched But I'm A Cheerleader. Today. Forgot how much I like that movie. Eddie Cibrian helps as well...



My Christmas Wishlist

Brilliant! Wonderful Christian Love Strikes Again

As a libertarian I dislike any attempt by the Government to force people to do what they don't want to.

The current proposal is to force people who provide goods and services to end any discrimination against people just because of their sexuality. Not only will this mean Christian charities would have to support homosexuals, it would also mean gay bars and gyms would have to let in hetrosexuals (I don't mind the occasional ones but in large groups they tend to be violent, uncultured yobs, and then it gets left to me to sort out). I'm against it. People shouldn't have to serve homosexuals if they don't want to. That way we'll know to avoid them and also mock them if they try to get services from us (or if we see them in the street).

Now the Christians are obviously against this, you know how they like to ignore the whole goodwill to all men, do unto others as you'd have done unto you etc from the Gospel. Bravo to them I say. Just as long as they realise that the Government should immediately take away all funding for Christian projects (and overtly homosexual ones) and disestablish the Church of England. No more religious education in school. No more state religious schools. No more involvement by religious organisations in our Government. True freedom of conscience! But obviously the Christians will go on about how wrong that would be! Think of the history! They want their cake, and they want to eat it too. They can either have freedom of conscience or they can have a piece of my tax pounds. They have to make a decision.

Oh and all queers should ask everyone they serve if they are Christian or not and obviously act accordingly! ("You want your hair cut? By me? HA! I think not Father")

Christmas is coming and Jae's Wishlist is available. I know I'm cheeky but people have bought me things before... :)

Here's some liberal opposition to the churches from the standpoint of supporting the anti discrimination law.

Bah, Humbug!

It's true... Christmas is fast approaching. I can tell this as suddenly the BBC is reporting depressing, moany news stories about how rubbish Christmas will be. It's going to be tough for retailers, lots of people are going abroad to avoid a British Christmas, and your elderly relatives are likely to die!

I love being British but sometimes I wish everyone in this country would just stop MOANING!

I love this quote:

New Zealander Megan McLennan travelled to Copenhagen a few years ago with a friend, hoping to find the festive spirit in abundance.

"We arrived on 23 December, the last day of its Christmas market.

"Queuing at the tourist information centre to find out what would be open over the festive period, we overheard an American couple in front asking the same question. 'But it's Christmas,' the bemused tourism official said. 'Copenhagen is closed'."

"That became the refrain over the next few days as they wandered empty streets, noses pressed against the windows of shut-up shops, restaurants and galleries.

"The only eateries open were the purveyors of ethnic cuisines, typically being staffed by migrants who more often than not were also a long way from home - and on minimum wages to boot. Our Christmas Day lunch was falafels at a kebab house. "

You mean to tell me that the Danish wanted to NOT WORK, STAY HOME WITH THEIR FAMILIES AND HAVE FUN AT CHRISTMAS??? Shocking stuff!

Consumer culture, that's what is killing Christmas! Note to all people: when you moan about places being closed on Christmas Day what you are actually saying is "Someone has the audacity to want a day off and not serve my every whim and desire".

And I love the things people quote as why they hate Christmas:

Christmas arguing. If you argue at Christmas, the one time of the year you really shouldn't, your relationship is in need of some TLC. If it's a tradition then YOU NEED TO MOVE ON!

Stressful shopping. I hate shopping. All year round it stresses me out. That's why I shop online and I shop early (I have only one present left to get). Stressful? Only if you're stupid. And there's a news story at the moment about problems getting deliveries... I work full time, so I send the goods to my work rather than my home. Sensible? YES!

Bad television. 1) is this that important? and 2) Let's think about this for a moment. Christmas editions of Fools and Horses and Doctor Who have been amazingly popular. Movie premieres (notable example being Jurassic Park back in the day) make the day great. Christmas movies offer the best nostalgia available through the gogglebox.

Cold weather. what do you expect? It's the frigging winter! Stay indoors with a warm drink, the heating on full and a good book/person in your lap. Lovely.

So here's what I say... if you don't like Christmas either leave the country or shut up. It's here. It's staying. Get used to it!

As you can probably tell from this I've got the Christmas Spirit upon me. My Christmas playlist on my iPod has started to be played once more (after a year of me longing to open it), my Christmas dog at work has been switched on and barked his first rendition of I Wish You A Merry Christmas and my Christmas shopping has started to arrive. I'm quite jealous of what I've bought the person I picked in my works secret santa. I might get one! :)

Speaking of presents: here's my Christmas Wishlist.

To Smoke Or Not To Smoke

I am a non smoker. And after spending a weekend in smoke free Scotland I have to say... I love being in bars where smoking is banned! The experience is so pleasant. No more horrid smells. No more coughing. No more annoyance as someones second smoke keeps blowing into my face.

So although my libertarian mind says "It's bad to ban smoking", my heart looks forward to the ban that will come into force on 1st July 2007.

Channing Tatum is on the front of this months AXM and my God isn't that boy gorgeous!!



The Worlds Strongest Man is on at the mo. This is the kind of sport I like!!

Today is Worlds Aids Day. Please remember to give to the Terrence Higgins Trust.

Real Men Take It Up The Arse

I watched Another Gay Movie last night. Sure it was childish. Sure the humour was puerile. Sure some of the acting was bad. But it was one of the most enjoyable movies I've seen for a long time. I think Jim liked it even more than that!! It's based roughly on the plot of American Pie but has 4 gay guys determined to lose their virginity before the end of the summer. There's no Stiffler this time. Far better than that there is Muffler, a bull dyke with attitude. And Mufflers grandad!

The guys are hot, the humour just keeps on coming and the unrated version has plenty of cock and bum fun to keep everyone happy!



I implore you to buy it and enjoy!!

My laptop went bye bye last night and I lost all my photos, writings and (most importantly) all my delicious porn. SOB! But Jim came to the rescue, installed a new hard drive and today fixed the power cord as well. I love my gay nerd boyfriend, with a deep passion.

Stacey Lady had a baby called Gracie today!

Afraid To Fly?

I remember my first flight. It was 1996, I was just 13 and I was off to my grandparents villa in Spain. I loved everything about it, the security checks, the departure lounge, the plane, the flight and the sudden arrival in a country filled with foreigners.

My next flight after that wasn't until 2004 and it was to Prague. The flight was good and I was only slightly tense. Since then things have deteriotated to the point that this weekends flights were just horrid. I was terrified. Really, really nervous. I've flown over 20 times in the last two years and each flight makes me ever more afraid of flying. I don't quite understand why. Surely my experience of flying (and not dying) should reassure me? But no... I love flying, yet being in a plane makes me feel ill. :(

This story makes my head hurt. I'm torn between two different positions. As a libertarian I think our laws regarding third party arbitration are wonderful. People should be able to choose who they want to arbitrate their disputes, and still have the High Courts as a backup in case one party is reluctant to agree to third party arbitration. But I have my reservations. I think it would be very possible that families might pressure some people to go in for a Sharia decision making process when they might not want to. The fact that some families are pretty good at forcing "loved ones" into marrying against their will kind of backs me up on this.

If someone was coerced into such a binding third party agreement it would completely undermine our legal system. I believe it is better for one law for all, even if that does mean more red tape and more money.

I Feel Pretty

I'm BACK! Oh yes, I have returned from Lochgoilhead and have had a fab weekend.

Jim and I arrived at Glasgow Airport on Friday and met up with most of the curling team, plus a new addition Zoe, and headed for Lochgoilhead. It was very strange. I haven't seen any of them since last year, and that was the first time I met them, but it all felt so comfortable as we settled down in the Blue Room for drinks. Many, many drinks were had. Dinner was quite a source of amusement. One of the starters was "chilled fruit". If you can guess what was served I will buy something from your Amazon wishlist for you! Most of us were pretty zonked so hit the sack early, that is after the last lot had arrived with another new addition: JD.

Saturday and breakfast was GORGEOUS. So much... and nobody seemed to like their black puddings so more for me and Jim. Yum. 10am and it was time for the first game of curling. This year Mike the trainer left us alone as he kinda trusted us and after Jim gave a brief demonstration as a fresher (and minimal training for Zoe and JD) we were off. My team was Andy, Zoe and I. We lost both our games on Saturday. :( But I did enjoy the curling more and felt a lot more confident.

Saturday night was the dinner dance and it was cool. JD had quickly established himself as the life and soul of the party. He decided he was bored and so after dancing with every woman in the room, befriending everybody else and generally being a socialite he bought us all a round of shots. And another. And another. Jim decided to end this malarky. By buying us all a flatliner. I believe most of us suffered second degree internal burns. OUCH!

Sunday. We WON a game of curling. In style no less... Both my final stones of the final end ended dead centre of the head. Woo... Sunday afternoon was really quiet and I went for a walk round the loch.

Sunday evening... nice dinner (venison... yum!) and more drinks. Thought we had a ghost in our lodge but we soon found out it was just the banging of an external door. Eagle 2 was the gay lodge this year with Jim, Alistair and JD. Luckily we had a straight guy over or we probably would have never got to sleep that night. Ok... maybe it was just me who wouldn't have slept!

Really good weekend... looking forward to next year already!

Pictures, longer discussion and stuff to follow...

Jae Kay Is Away

I'm off to Scotland in the morning. While I'm away why not visit my tenant? They are quite entertaining. After you've all done that enjoy my pictures!

My Guys Will Always Be Sexier Than Jenikas



Mmm...



Buffy was just the luckiest girl in the world!





And Heath Ledger is the luckiest man to have got to make out (even if it was fake) with Jake Gyllenhaal...



Do I perhaps like Jensen Ackles? Maybe I do... Maybe I don't... Yeah I do!



Thanks Male and Beautiful



If there was a nuclear holocaust I know I wouldn't mind being left in Brad Beyers town... see Jericho

And now a trip down memory lane to one of the finest arses ever seen on music television...

Remember Sparkly Jae?

Me neither!

But he did exist in 2003 up till November anyway... check out a month in the life of Sparkly Jae. I love reading my archives, remembering things and people and stuff.

OH MY GOD. All the things I've forgotten! Who would have thought little Jae would have stood up to some homophobes?

I have one question about it all. I was going out pretty much every night. I was more than £2000 in debt, not including my overdraft. I was earning half of what I earn now.

How did I afford it???? I can't honestly remember. And just how many men did I go out on dates with or perve over???? You would never find me perving over men anymore. Oh no... not me...

If you can tell me which boyfriend the below songs reminds me of (it was "our" song) I'll give you a prize (prize to be considered).



I'd like to make a complaint about my current life situation. I've got everything that I used to long for in my old blog posts before I met Jim. I haven't been properly depressed in a very long time. I can't complain about parents, dates, singleness, or anything. Where's the writing opportunity in being content! Grr... ;op

Remember: Please give to the Terence Higgins Trust before World AIDS Day



Happy Thanksgiving to all Americans!

Victoria Wood

Oh My God! I can remember watching this with my Nan when I was much younger and blushing all the way through this song.

Be A Thai

Today I've been overcome with longing to return to Thailand. I don't want to go back forever... just a couple of weeks. Enough time so I can stuff all the good bits (the people, the places, the bars, and the go go boys) into my suitcase and smuggle them back to Britain.



For a look back on my trip to the wonderful Thai kingdom check out the following posts..

Thailand Part 1

Thailand Part 2

Thailand Part 3