It was a cold December evening and I had arranged to meet some friends in Silom but when I got to our usual bar it was closed for renovations and my friends were nowhere in sight.
As I could not find a Starbucks to get online and find out where my friends were through FB, I was completely lost on what to do next.
The idea of phoning my friends had not occurred to me as I am under 25 so the art of conversation is not a concept that I understand.

As I was already in Silom, I was walking along the road for an alternate means of entertainment when I came across a bar named ‘The Telephone Pub’, so I decided to go inside.

I sat at the bar and ordered my usual drink (a Daiquiri with an Apple Martini chaser) and started to relax.
Just then a handsome man walked into the bar and sat next to me.
I looked round at him and as our eyes met a fire was stoked within my heart, it was love at first sight.

So that I was able to keep this hunk by my side I challenged him to a game of connect 4.
While we were playing we struck up a conversation.
He asked me about my life and I asked about his.
His name was Jspill and he was in the gay porn industry.
To supplement his earnings he also sold “FTB (thai boxing) shorts and Singha vests on E-Bay.

After much talking, Jspill invited me to go to his house for a coffee.
His house was much bigger than the houses that I was used to staying in (this was a 2 bedroom house) and it was only shared by 15 other people.
He explained to me that this was his grindhouse, which is a place where a Digital Pikeys (or Digicoys) live with the advantage of sharing the costs.
The last time that I had seen a house this big was when I was with my former lover Yeahsiam in Lancaster Gate.

Anyway, one thing led to another and pretty soon all of our friends saw us as an item.
We went everywhere together, drinking & dancing all night long and sleeping all day.
Life was good.

Then something happened.
A new Pikey named Krusty Bottom Rammer moved into the grindhouse and introduced Jspill to a life of drugs ‘the other forum’ and 99 Baht breakfasts.
Jspill started to change.
He went from being a happy-go-lucky Pikey to an angry young man.
Everything now seemed to anger Jspill, ex-pats with jobs, successful people, people with real visas, people with work permits, etc (oh dear I think that I’m posting in Latin)
It got so bad that Jspill joined up with his other Pikey friends (Krusty, Cypress Hill and Yeahsiam) and formed the Angry Little Boys Club (ALBC).

Finally I snapped, I had had enough of Jspill’s mood swings.
I went to Pattaya and found employment in the entertainment business as a showgirl in the Boyz Town area of the City.
Every night I would cry myself to sleep thinking of what could have been.
Would I ever see my Jspill again, would Jspill ever appear in another gay skin flick, would Starbucks start charging for WIFI?
So many unanswered questions.

The next part of the story was on 3rd July, I remember the day well as it was National Gerbil Day.
One of the stage props for my routine was a long sweeping staircase which I used for my grand entrance.
As usual I was descending the stairs for the start of my routine.
I was dressed in my sequined purple Guy Laroche cocktail dress, I adjusted my tiara and started to dance down the stairs, when across the room, through the smoke I managed to spot Jspill.
My heart raced and for the rest of my routine my legs were like jelly.

After my routine had finished I left the stage to slip into something more comfortable and Jspill was waiting outside of my dressing room.
I invited him in so that we could reminisce about days long gone by.
Jspill informed me that all of the bad boys who used to wind him up on ‘the forum’ had now moved to a new forum named ‘The Big Mango’ and as a result of this the ALBC had been disbanded.
Jspill promised me that he had changed and he took me right there and then.
This was a new Jspill and we fell in love again right there and then.

Since then, myself and Jspill have become inseparable.

The music that I was performing to that night now became ‘Our Tune’.

, Gayllips , when will the wedding be??

This was the tune played at the time...

We really need a photo of the young master bates in action.


Oh shit I think I've caught a virus from ND.

Simon bates was a Radio One in 80s Soutie, surprised he's not been done for nonce offences like many of his DJ friends

The love of my life, which i have an uppy downy relationship with our song will always be this one, even listening to it just brings back memories