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Hello everyone!!! I'm still alive, just! I hope you are too.I just looked at the date of my last blog update and it was well over two months ago, so where do I even begin with this one?!? Merry Christmas and a happy new year to you all I suppose. You'd think I'd have been so busy that I've not had time to update you all as to my where abouts but to perfectly honest I'm just plain lazy!It now seems like an age ago that I dropped my last tear and said goodbye to Liza way back in October after spending our last week together in a Thai hospital , and needless to say I really have missed having a masculine touch around the place, the toilet seat always down, no hair's left floating in around in the sink, it just isn't normal.Never the less I persevered through the pain and made my way south to a small island just off the east coast called Koh Phangan where I've pretty much resided ever since with odd few days spent elsewhere renewing visa's and such like.When I arrived here, I found out I'd unfortunately chosen one of the wettest months the island has ever seen but being used to a British climate I was not deterred from enjoying myself. Even if enjoying myself meant that after 3 days another camera had gone walkies, along with a PSP and a phone. Not wanting to dwell on yet more of my own stupidity any longer (24yrs is plenty) I decided to try my hands, legs, elbows and knees at some Muay Thai (Thai boxing). Little did I know quite how painful a sport it was going to be but now after enduring 6 days a week, 4 hours a day for the past 2 months I can finally defend myself against kicks from children as young as 10 and only yesterday came yet another breakthrough, I've actually stopped screaming hysterically when I see a punch being thrown. I also thought that participating in such a lethal sport would finally give me the chance of losing my tag as the biggest gay on Koh Phangan island but forgetting my shorts for training one day put a stop to that happening as the pair that I was lent had the name WENDY emblazoned across the front and dare I forget to mention that they were bright pink! I know a leopard doesn't change his spots but I thought maybe even a Gav would be able to change the way others depict his sexual preference through fighting! No chance!!!Koh Phangan is renowned as the party island of Thailand and is world famous amongst backpackers for its full moon party's and sale of a multitude of different coloured buckets containing vodka, whiskey and pretty much anything they haven't used to strip paint from the walls.Living on the island for so long has had its benefits in many different ways. I've made some really good friends, who accept Wendy for what she is.One of my boxing trainers is from Luton so is more than capable of handling himself in bar brawl situation. He fights almost weekly on the island at one the four stadiums, and for his last 3 fights I've had the job of being in his corner to carry out the end of round stretch and water routine. Getting paid to pour water over a semi naked man, I feel I should be paying him, not the other way round! My other avenues of earning illegal money (shhhhh) and free accommodation while in Thailand include: Evening work as barman/pimp in a beach bar/brothel at the resort where I've been staying.I have taken a 30hrThai massage course and am now qualified to torture people for money (I have the certificate and everything, although this is Thailand so it's probably fake)Of course some rather dodgy electrical bodgery, even by Thai standards.And I have recently acquired the knowledge to cook a very limited Thai menu now.Learning how to ignore extremely annoying nations. Naming no names directly. But If I said Israel, would I be giving it away?!?!I've had some amazing experiences that'll be burnt onto my retina for a life time to come, some funny, some crazy and some just down right scary. Only last week I ventured into the jungle with Mr.T (man who owns the resort) to chop down some bamboo to make some souvenir ash trays and bongs to sell at the bar. We had nearly finished our mornings collecting when we were confronted by a rather large cobra. I can openly admit now that I've never been so petrified or close to s***ting myself in all my life. Luckily Mr.T had encountered such a problem before and we spent what felt like hours, motionless staring into the eyes of the snake until it eventually got bored looking at my ugly face and slithered off in the other direction much to the relief of my boxer shorts.All in all it's been amazing so far and it is definitely a lifestyle that can become addictive, as I've found. Anyway I'd better get back to work, them whor#s won't sell themselves. I'll be sure to update you all in more detail about my escapades when my whisky riddled brain is in a more suitable working fashion. Any pictures that I actually posses and weren't lost with the death of my last camera will follow in the next few days…………………
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