October 18th, 1990
Hotel Dusit Thani
Just rolled in from Pat Pong, where, over drinks, we speculated on what could possibly be taking place behind the doors of The Magic Club!
“Maybe it’s just a magic club, you know like the stuff Paul Daniels does,” Joanna said, her innocent expression matching her words.
“Is this your first trip?” Samantha asked.
Joanna’s cheeks reddened. “Maybe she’s right,” I said, jumping to her defense.
“Sweetheart,” Samantha purred (her forte!) “If all they’re doing is performing magic, then I’m the queen.”
“No, I’m the queen!” Simon chirped, knocking us into hysterics.
“You lot are mental,” Andy said, trying not to laugh.
“It’s probably another live sex show venue,” Annie, the First Class purser huffed, rolling her eyes in a seen it all before gesture. “I mean, what else is there in Pat Pong?”
“The shopping is good,” Joanna said.
“Yeah, right,” Annie stated. “Men come to Bangkok from all over the world to shop.”
“Oh, they’re shopping alright,” Simon said. “And not only for fake Chanel and Prada bags.”
“I love my new Prada bag,” Joanna breathed, reaching to pick it up, while Annie gave me a look that said, Is she for real?
“Who wants another drink?” Andy asked, getting up.
The word “me,” left everyone’s lips at the same time, forcing us into another fit of laughter.
I’m still none the wiser on what happens at The Magic Club!