Tag: British Guy

BLOG: Stuck in the Middle with You

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Saturday morning. Sitting at the coffee stand with my Hong Kong Housekeeper. It's a vibe. I like to sit with her whenever she is here. Sometimes we talk. I tell her whatever gossip I have or about the dates I've been on. Other times we say nothing at all. We...Read More

BLOG: You’re Being Watched

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Friday morning. In the usual spot. The new reno is going really well. She had a new bar built and added matching panels to the back wall. The panels on the wall and the bar match so it flows very nicely. I love watching the progress coming along every day....Read More

BLOG: Watch This Bar

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Sunday morning. Late to the coffee stand. No one is here today except for me. Just me and all the traffic along the main road, as per usual. Last night I decided to go to the American Bar after Old Man Wiley saw me walking down the other side of...Read More

SCRIPT: Under Surveillance

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Disclaimer: This Story is a Work of Fiction, Except for the Parts that Aren’t. -- EXT: Daytime -- A busy street in Bangkok, Thailand. A short man with dark hair and a designer messenger bag strapped to his chest hops on a scooter and takes off across town. The scenery...Read More

BLOG: Hot Beef Stew

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Sunday afternoon. I found an Irish Pub that does Bloody Mary’s, finally. I have a spot outside on the patio where I can sit and watch the street. Nothing interesting has happened so far. Mostly it’s just me sitting here giggling over the fact that I ordered the hot beef...Read More

BLOG: I Saw the Loch Ness Monster!

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Sunday morning. The coffee stand was closed, so I had to go to Cafe Amazon. Now I’m sitting on the fountain outside of my building watching the street instead. I spent the majority of the afternoon yesterday sitting at the Pot Shop with the Sardinian Guy. He ordered pizza for...Read More

BLOG: Hellafied Gangsta Lean

Posted on by Betsey Horton
Go shawty, it’s ya birthday. We gonna party like it’s ya birthday. And you know we don’t give a fuck cuz it’s ya birthday!!!! It is my birthday, and last night I received the most amazing gift from my Irish family: a tin of butter cookies. Yasss Queen! If you’ve...Read More