Not in Thailand but in my small provincial Midlands town in the UK. The 'Lady Boys of Bangkok' are doing 2 weeks of shows in our local market place. I'm not quite sure what kind of reception they'll get

I expect they'll get a warm hand on their entrance.

(courtesy of Julian Clarey)

I wonder if the show will include ping pong balls ?

What on earth would they do with pat ping pong balls? Please explain.

I thought this might be a reference to Songkran upcoming, which usually draws a big influx of the third sex to tourist spots.

(BTW, in Bedlam we have Ping, but no pong.)

What on earth would they do with pat ping pong balls? Please explain.

You've never seen Forrest Gump ?

What on earth would they do with pat ping pong balls? Please explain.

You've never seen Forrest Gump ?

Ahhhh....like a box of choccies. I see now.

Not.

Q. - What do you get when you mix a ladyball, ping pong boy and a chocolate?

A. - Confusion.

What on earth would they do with pat ping pong balls? Please explain.

You've never seen Forrest Gump ?

Only as a blur.

I was in a shop in a rough mining village this afternoon. The woman behind the counter and 9 of her mates are going to see the show next week. Apparently she saw the same show last year and reckons that they were faaaaaabulous!

I was in a shop in a rough mining village this afternoon. The woman behind the counter and 9 of her mates are going to see the show next week. Apparently she saw the same show last year and reckons that they were faaaaaabulous!

Me and Mrs BoJ went to see them in Manchester a few years ago. It was packed out and they were pretty good, or rather is was a good show. They are typical of Thai dancers and Thai shows and can't keep in time for toffee.

God, I'd love to see them in Okehampton... Most of the people around here wouldn't even notice anything was untoward. If you'd seen the average Okey girl, you'd know what I mean...

I know of this town whereof Mr endure speaks...east midlands, mentioned often in the works of DH Lawrence and with feces and vomit strewn about on a Monday morning and the odd local yob still asleep in a shop doorway near the bus stop across from the assembly rooms...

tutsi (recently arrived from California 25 years ago) is appalled (*jesus...these are all white people...) as he boards the bus down to Sin Fin Lane to take up his horribly underpaid job as a utility boiler design engineer...

a 'Lady Boy Review' is the best thing that could ever happened to the place...I wonder if they now wander about referring to each other as 'me duck' these days...watch out fer ladyboys in Thailand with east midlands accents also about Leicester and Nottingham with cab drivers and their friends...

' and sawadee krap to you too ye paki bastid...' sayeth the ethnic cab driver...

this is the place where there was a 'french can can' dance craze and middle aged women would show off their private parts on stage in the interest of novelty...

as a yank and former denizen of the east midlands, nothing surprises me...

I know of this town whereof Mr endure speaks...east midlands, mentioned often in the works of DH Lawrence and with feces and vomit strewn about on a Monday morning and the odd local yob still asleep in a shop doorway near the bus stop across from the assembly rooms...

tutsi (recently arrived from California 25 years ago) is appalled (*jesus...these are all white people...) as he boards the bus down to Sin Fin Lane to take up his horribly underpaid job as a utility boiler design engineer...

a 'Lady Boy Review' is the best thing that could ever happened to the place...I wonder if they now wander about referring to each other as 'me duck' these days...watch out fer ladyboys in Thailand with east midlands accents also about Leicester and Nottingham with cab drivers and their friends...

' and sawadee krap to you too ye paki bastid...' sayeth the ethnic cab driver...

this is the place where there was a 'french can can' dance craze and middle aged women would show off their private parts on stage in the interest of novelty...

as a yank and former denizen of the east midlands, nothing surprises me...

The good old days eh, tuts! I can tell you miss the place

I know of this town whereof Mr endure speaks...east midlands, mentioned often in the works of DH Lawrence and with feces and vomit strewn about on a Monday morning and the odd local yob still asleep in a shop doorway near the bus stop across from the assembly rooms...

tutsi (recently arrived from California 25 years ago) is appalled (*jesus...these are all white people...) as he boards the bus down to Sin Fin Lane to take up his horribly underpaid job as a utility boiler design engineer..."

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Suprise, suprise......white people can be disgusting too.

I know of this town whereof Mr endure speaks...east midlands, mentioned often in the works of DH Lawrence and with feces and vomit strewn about on a Monday morning and the odd local yob still asleep in a shop doorway near the bus stop across from the assembly rooms...

tutsi (recently arrived from California 25 years ago) is appalled (*jesus...these are all white people...) as he boards the bus down to Sin Fin Lane to take up his horribly underpaid job as a utility boiler design engineer..."

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Suprise, suprise......white people can be disgusting too.

amen, brother...my manager at the engineering works had horrible arthritis in this hands and it was with horrible fascination that I watched him attempt to 'write'...then down town in the market area there were horribly disfigured people shuffling about...seemed like the only 'healthy' folks were the yobs and their girlfriends in town center pubs reeking of incipient violence and too much lager...

I said to my new bride who grew up in an irish catholic area of east Glasgow (tongs and razor gangs, bad news...); 'this is like something outta Fellini' and she said; 'get useta it ye sissy...who the <deleted> is Fellini?'...she was adaptable and did not resemble the lovely girl with whom I had frolicked in hotel rooms in Mexico City only a few months previous...

I had burned my bridges to SoCal and with low pay and no money was in to it fer the duration by necessity...

They have been doing the Edinburgh Festival for years... and a great show.

I was in a shop in a rough mining village this afternoon. The woman behind the counter and 9 of her mates are going to see the show next week. Apparently she saw the same show last year and reckons that they were faaaaaabulous!

Me and Mrs BoJ went to see them in Manchester a few years ago. It was packed out and they were pretty good, or rather is was a good show. They are typical of Thai dancers and Thai shows and can't keep in time for toffee.

What is it with the British fascination with men dressing up as women? I love Monty Python too but enough is enough

"What is it with the British fascination with men dressing up as women? I love Monty Python too but enough is enough"

Do we have a fascination for that? Or is it that we just love a laugh and that happens to be one of the more obvious "triggers"?

I think we tend to laugh at men when they are, deliberately, impersonating women badly; the subject is reduced to caricature and is rendered "safe", like a bawdy seaside postcard. As we know, there are many types of ladyboy from the absurd to the amazing. Would I be right in saying that this troupe are closer to the lower end of the scale of convincing femininity?

"What is it with the British fascination with men dressing up as women? I love Monty Python too but enough is enough"

Do we have a fascination for that? Or is it that we just love a laugh and that happens to be one of the more obvious "triggers"?

I think we tend to laugh at men when they are, deliberately, impersonating women badly;

Indeed, Python funny, Danny La Rue not funny.

Dame Edna....funny.

Local village ladyboy, hair dyed an improbable blonde, gold, strappy sandals, imitation iPhone clamped to her ear, weaving her Honda between the cowpats - funny.

Beautiful, vision-of-femininity, tastefully dressed, hair just-so, walking gracefully past oneself and one's drinking buddies - the only funny thing then is the way that one clears one's throat, looks away and changes the subject. I should be most surprised if there is a man reading this topic that hasn't, at least once, seen one of the latter creatures and been a little uncomfortably attracted.

The funny ones are much safer...

Nong poy for example.....

Hey....not allowed to post jpgs?

Nong poy for example.....

Hey....not allowed to post jpgs?

Site is crazy, most pix are , jpg.

I save any rejections to desktop, then post them again, still jpg.

Nutha thing, blocking, has been upstuffed.

Ya wanna alter font in some way, geeeeeeez.

Possible to block, but complicated, hold shift key and block left to right, CRAZY.

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Nong poy for example.....

Hey....not allowed to post jpgs?

Get yourself a Photobucket account. Free and the photos remain in your control.

Q. - What do you get when you mix a ladyball, ping pong boy and a chocolate?

A. - Confusion.

BOOM BOOM! Thank christ you have a day job

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When your whole country is less than a mile² and there's only 30,000 or so citizens, you're gonna get a little weird from time to time.