Beach Road Sunset: Five Skint Indian Blokes, One Bird, and Zero Filthy Shame

[Lewie London]

Yeah mates, so there I am, down Beach Road way yesterday, early evening, just fancied a bit of sunset therapy, you know? Bit of sea breeze, nice little iced coffee in me mitt, not botherin’ no one. Just wanted to sit there, watch the sun go down like some retired east-end mob boss reflectin’ on all his bad moves. Lovely scene. Peaceful. Romantic almost, if I weren’t sat there alone with me own caffeine breath.

 

Meanwhile, I’m posted there on the wall, takin’ it all in, when along comes one of the local working girls. You know the type, flip flops, battered handbag, makeup done with a paint roller, attractive enough, bless her. Gives me a little nod, has a chat, polite like, askin’ if I’m after a bit of company. I tell her straight, “Nah love, I’ve already been out doin’ dishonorable things earlier this evening, I’m just here for the sunset, but no extra cardio this eve, yeah, love.” She laughs, sits herself about two meters away, scrollin’ her phone, not a bother. Gives me a cheeky smile once or twice, but that’s it. Nice and civil. Just two humans enjoyin’ the last bit of daylight before the freaks come out.

 

Then, right on cue, like the gates of hell openin’, up rocks a squad of five Indian geezers. Matching shirts, matching pot bellies, same hair gel, same BO, lookin’ like they’ve just come fresh from a “How to Be Annoyin’ in Public” seminar. And they clock her, surroundin’ her like a pack of stray dogs round a bin bag of leftover curry. I’m just sittin’ there watchin’, iced coffee in hand like David Attenborough narratin’ the decline of Western civilisation.

 

They start chattin’ her up, but not normal, polite like. Nah, they’re tryna work out some kinda group discount, like she’s a KFC meal deal. One of ‘em’s askin’, “How much for all of us together? Special price, madam?” I nearly spat me coffee out. What is this? Buy four get one free? It’s not a buffet, bruv, it’s a woman. And she’s sittin’ there, bless her, rollin’ her eyes, lookin’ like she’s regrettin’ every life choice that led her to this moment. I felt bad for her. She don’t deserve that nonsense. Eventually she tells em' to sod off. Well done missy!

 

So, then ize' sittin’ there thinkin’, what’s wrong with these blokes? Is it stinginess or just full-blown homoerotic confusion? Who looks at their four best, sweaty mates and thinks, “Tell you what lads, let’s all have a go on the same bird like it’s a relay race”? It’s grim, mate. Proper grim. I don’t know if they’re cheap, deranged, or some stealth gaggle of uphill-gardeners. Probably all the above.

 

Alas, I finished me iced coffee, nodded to the poor girl like “Good luck, love,” and wandered off down the promenade, wonderin’ when humanity fully lost the plot. Lovely sunset though for a Saturday. Shame about the view in front of it.

[impulse]

12 minutes ago, Lewie London said:

What is this? Buy four get one free?

 

I think they were hoping to buy one and get four free.

 

And a discount on the one.

 

[newbee2022]

7 minutes ago, Lewie London said:

Yeah mates, so there I am, down Beach Road yesterday, early evening, just fancied a bit of sunset therapy, you know? Bit of sea breeze, nice little iced coffee in me mitt, not botherin’ no one. Just wanted to sit there, watch the sun go down like some retired east-end mob boss reflectin’ on all his bad moves. Lovely scene. Peaceful. Romantic almost, if I weren’t sat there alone with me own caffeine breath.

 

Anyway, I’m posted there on the wall, takin’ it all in, when along comes one of the local working girls. You know the type, flip flops, battered handbag, makeup done with a paint roller, attractive enough, bless her. Gives me a little nod, has a chat, polite like, askin’ if I’m after a bit of company. I tell her straight, “Nah love, I’ve already been out doin’ dishonorable things earlier this evening, I’m just here for the sunset, but no extra cardio this eve, yeah, love.” She laughs, sits herself about two meters away, scrollin’ her phone, not a bother. Gives me a cheeky smile once or twice, but that’s it. Nice and civil. Just two humans enjoyin’ the last bit of daylight before the freaks come out.

 

And right on cue, like the gates of hell openin’, up rocks a squad of five Indian geezers. Matching shirts, matching pot bellies, same hair gel, same BO, lookin’ like they’ve just come fresh from a “How to Be Annoyin’ in Public” seminar. And they clock her, surroundin’ her like a pack of stray dogs round a bin bag of leftover curry. I’m just sittin’ there watchin’, iced coffee in hand like David Attenborough narratin’ the decline of Western civilisation.

 

They start chattin’ her up, but not normal, polite like. Nah, they’re tryna work out some kinda group discount, like she’s a KFC meal deal. One of ‘em’s askin’, “How much for all of us together? Special price, madam?” I nearly spat me coffee out. What is this? Buy four get one free? It’s not a buffet, bruv, it’s a woman. And she’s sittin’ there, bless her, rollin’ her eyes, lookin’ like she’s regrettin’ every life choice that led her to this moment. I felt bad for her. She don’t deserve that nonsense. Eventually she tells em' to sod off. 

 

And I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, what’s wrong with these blokes? Is it stinginess or just full-blown homoerotic confusion? Who looks at their four best, sweaty mates and thinks, “Tell you what lads, let’s all have a go on the same bird like it’s a relay race”? It’s grim, mate. Proper grim. I don’t know if they’re cheap, deranged, or some stealth uphill gardeners. Probably all the above.

 

Anyway, I finished me iced coffee, nodded to the poor girl like “Good luck, love,” and wandered off down the promenade, wonderin’ when humanity fully lost the plot. Lovely sunset though for a Saturday. Shame about the view in front of it.

Thank you for your insights.

It is not a funny story even you try it to put it into funny words.

It's serious and worth to think about.

Thoughtful and pensive too.

What a culture we live in? 

No respect anymore?

Thank you.

[BarraMarra]

You don't see 4-5 Brits bartering for the same girl trying to get a freebie only the Indians behave like this.

[Lacessit]

Most working girls in Thailand despise Indians. Dark skin, stingy, like rough sex.

 

I can remember an Indian guy in Chiang Mai, quite wealthy. He was complaining none of the bar girls on Loi Kroh would give him the time of day.

 

I restrained myself from advising him to take a bath in bleach.

 

 

[frank83628]

More drivel

[VocalNeal]

3 hours ago, Lacessit said:

I restrained myself from advising him to take a bath in bleach.

 

Should have asked if he showered before sex and if said said yes then ask him to have sex more often. Oh but wait....

[DonniePeverley]

I did a thread on these similar goings on from Indian tourists .