by LexusSchmexus » Sat Feb 04, 2017 5:56 pm
The only front page article I've read in years. Not bad and pretty spot on. I think we've all met these types before. I find it bizarre that the writer says The Patriot is often an Englishman as I've also noticed that myself. Anywhere in Asia, you're sure to find at least one expat bar draped in Union Jacks run by some English guy. It's as if the English come all the way out here on vacation, then wander into an exact replica of the local pub back home. Foty is always on and the patrons can freely complain about lack of real back bacon and that the local breakfast sausages don't taste exactly the same as in Chesterfield. Aussies tend to be a close second when it comes to being loud patriots. You'd assume Americans would be the worst of all, but weirdly enough they tend to be fairly reserved. The Patriot Englishman meanwhile always seems to be some working class dude wearing a wifebeater, a Liverpool tattoo on his calf and shit like that.
As for the hipster, I've stopped trying. Cambodia has changed tremendously in recent years. The cesspool which is Bassac lane is growing even more now, spilling out of the original orifice it was confined to and exposing the clique of cafe-racer riding douchebags with mustaches/beards, oversized 80s glasses and lumberjack shirts to neighbouring streets. Rum cocktail competitions and beard grooming accessories, fuck me. I can't even go to Luigi's anymore as the smell of their presence around the corner makes eating impossible. What's more worrying is that they're now seen moving around freely, slowly infecting other establishments with their puerile presence. I carry a face mask and hand sanitizer everywhere I go now lest I catch the virus and start watching obscure 80s movies and tight jeans.
Good fun read though.
The only front page article I've read in years. Not bad and pretty spot on. I think we've all met these types before. I find it bizarre that the writer says The Patriot is often an Englishman as I've also noticed that myself. Anywhere in Asia, you're sure to find at least one expat bar draped in Union Jacks run by some English guy. It's as if the English come all the way out here on vacation, then wander into an exact replica of the local pub back home. Foty is always on and the patrons can freely complain about lack of real back bacon and that the local breakfast sausages don't taste exactly the same as in Chesterfield. Aussies tend to be a close second when it comes to being loud patriots. You'd assume Americans would be the worst of all, but weirdly enough they tend to be fairly reserved. The Patriot Englishman meanwhile always seems to be some working class dude wearing a wifebeater, a Liverpool tattoo on his calf and shit like that.
As for the hipster, I've stopped trying. Cambodia has changed tremendously in recent years. The cesspool which is Bassac lane is growing even more now, spilling out of the original orifice it was confined to and exposing the clique of cafe-racer riding douchebags with mustaches/beards, oversized 80s glasses and lumberjack shirts to neighbouring streets. Rum cocktail competitions and beard grooming accessories, fuck me. I can't even go to Luigi's anymore as the smell of their presence around the corner makes eating impossible. What's more worrying is that they're now seen moving around freely, slowly infecting other establishments with their puerile presence. I carry a face mask and hand sanitizer everywhere I go now lest I catch the virus and start watching obscure 80s movies and tight jeans.
Good fun read though.