What ever those folks were drinking, I want some.
There is no way on God’s good green earth that name can be real.
Please let me believe this.
Thais probably find the name Cecil Adams funny as hell. 
Real and typical. The wife’s maiden name was Thawatwiboonpol. But “Cecil Adams” would be rather unpronounceable. 
Now I feel guilty.
Some months ago, walking along a soi at night I heard a terrible wailling, an unholly disphony emmanating out of a hole-in-the-wall karaoke parlor, I turned to my GF and said:
-Sounds like they are killing someone in there…
After considering things a moment I added:
-… and if they aren´t they should.
Great. Now I’ve got Rocky Mountain Thai stuck in my head…
*zing! *
Now that is Scary-oke.
It would be nice if the Death penalty was brought into U.K. law for deliberate and wilfull Karioke singing.
I suspect it would be waved through Parliament by all political parties and the proposer might even get a Nobel Peace Prize out of it.
Just don’t drink any Mai-Thais and you’ll be OK.
There’s a little outdoor bar with a live band I go to sometimes in Thailand, and the only western song they ever play is, indeed, “Country Roads.”
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
Phitsanulok, north of Bangkok
Take me home…
Oh, piffle. This is nothing.
What I fear is Barry Manilow Karaoke. That can lead only to global thermonuclear warfare.
Many years ago there was a free ferry in Bermuda from Ireland island to Hamilton.
a bloke on board used to sell an alcoholic fruit punch to the passengers and sing and play his guitar.The first time I was there he sang “You picked a fine time to leave me Lucille” for the duration of the trip.
Some of my colleagues decided to stay on board and drink while the rest of us hit Hamilton.
Hours later when we got on the ferry to go back coincidentally he was singing the same song though he was blind drunk.
Our mates who had stayed on board and were in the same state told us that it was no coincidence but that he’d been singing that song and only that song the entire time that we’d been away.
Definitely a case of justifiable homicide there I think.
Any older Bermudan Dopers,did he do that all the time or was it just that particular night he got stuck in a groove?
Sanitary rifle, is the only option left.