Fair bigger and better than ever!
One part of the Jesters Care For Kids charity drive is
the Children’s Fair. This year held in the grounds of the Siam Bayshore
Hotel, it is the most singularly successful event for all the people in
Pattaya. This has become the event at which families from all nations and
cultures can get together to allow kids to enjoy being kids, while at the
same time money is raised to help the less fortunate kids who are looked
after by the Good Shepherd Sisters at the Fountain of Life Center.
Poulsen of platinum sponsor Chonburi Siam Steel Mill Services, Mayor Pairat
Suttithamrongsawat, and Chanyuth Hengtrakul, advisor to the Minster of
Science, Technology and Environment cut the ribbon to open this year’s
Opened by the Pattaya City Mayor, Pairat
Suttithamrongsawat and Chanyut Hengtrakul, the Advisor to the Minister of
Science, Technology and Environment, it was a day in which around 5,000
people came to enjoy the many and varied offerings. These ranged from stage
shows, bands, traditional Thai music and dance, tennis displays, aerobics,
face painting, bouncy dinosaurs, tug o’ wars, wall climbing, the stilt
walkers, balloons, food, beer, raffles and bargain stalls, like the
Shenanigans used book store. The Bangkok-Pattaya Hospital even had their
nursing staff in attendance just in case some on-the-spot first aid was
required; fortunately there was only one lady cyclist who needed some help
(Sister Joan’s prayers must have worked)!
the race is on!
The raffle alone raised over 86,000 baht, 30,000 more
than last year, raffle organizer Mike Franklin was happy to point out. The
huge bear which was the principal prize was claimed by Manee Naktaworn, the
wife of Khun Moo, one of the stall holders with his Unity Car Rent company.
The tug o’ war was won by Bjarne Nielsen’s crew from
Cafe Kronborg, after much enthusiastic encouragement from the crowd.
from the Computers for Kids project out of Jeep’s Joint had a great time
at the fair.
A crowd that celebrated afterwards at the Jesters beer
tent. This stall alone raised 134,000 baht which went into the combined
Organizer Lewis Underwood (AKA Woody) reported that
during the afternoon he was given over 40,000 baht from people at the fair
as straight donations. Charity begins at home and it comes from the heart.
Joan and two of the many children under her care at the Fountain of Life
The charity bike riders all attended the Fair too, with
Erik Sorrenson raising 354,000 baht on his own. At the time of going to
press, they were still counting the sponsorship money brought in by the
riders, but it is thought to be around 800,000 baht.
Special mention should also go to Kevin Mitch, who did a
fantastic job with the logistics of the fair.
of the finalists of the t-shirt design contest, Wan (center) won a new
bicycle. It was fitting, as he said he always wanted one and he said now he
can go to the market for his family and run errands.
The final part of this year’s charity drive for the
Fountain of Life will be the Pub Night at Shenanigans on Saturday, September
22. The kids have had their turn, and now it’s the adults who will whoop
it all up that evening. With so far around 2 million baht raised, it is
hoped that there should be well over 2.5 million by the time the last
reveler leaves Shenanigans on Saturday night.
a tremendous effort to pull off this year’s fair, Woody finally got a chance
to take some time and enjoy the day with his daughter.
Get your bargains here,
at the used goods booth
flow stopped by on their
promotional tour to give a rousing performance
The Tug o’ War
defending champions from The Haven gave it a mighty heave, but in
the end came up short.
This little girl was
the proud winner of the “mini” Harley
And which planet did
you come from?
Kids lined up around
the corner for a chance to enter the dragon.
Whoa - how did I get
way up here?
Future movie stars
The Jesters Beer
Tent, looked over by (L to R) Jerry Lien, Niel Sandilands, Tim
Sheckles and Tom Rossetti, in the process of quenching many a thirst
raised 134,000 baht for the cause.
Incoming! For a small
fee you could hurl tofu at your friends - all in the name of
The Jesters newest
member, Bertie the Biker Bear, after passing a road test on Jeff
Paladeau’s Harley, has found a new home with Manee Naktaworn.
Kim takes a well
deserved rest to have some fun with his daughter Tracy.
And a pretty little
butterfly is born
Hmmm... perhaps I
should use pink in this picture.
for the free world
A study of
concentration - and no, he didn’t miss the pallet, that paint is
supposed to be on his face
Mai mee nam
by Dr. Iain Corness
How did that old song go? “Water, water all around and
not a drop to drink.” It’s been a bit like that at Jomtien recently.
Every time it rains bucketfuls I turn on the tap and nothing comes out.
Well, not exactly nothing, there’s usually a belch of brown splatter and
the hiss of expectancy and then nothing. And it’s always in the mornings.
Have you noticed that too?
Mornings are not my finest hour, and even negotiating the
door of the hong nam successfully is a plus. By dint of previous experience
I know that by walking headlong into the far corner of the kazi there is a
tap for the shower. One turn and there’s the instant wake-up water
cascading from the shower head. When it’s the hiss and nothing, this is a
disaster. And why is it always a morning after I’ve had a restless sweaty
night? In desperation I twiddle the tap, hoping that somehow this will
rectify the problem. It doesn’t. I have also noticed that swearing at the
shower rose has had no effect either.
But surely you have a tank, I hear you say. Not one, but
two, gentle reader. The first is roof mounted. A turn of a handle and this
top tank supplies gravity fed water to the house. The other one is a sunken
arrangement in its own little pump-house off the kitchen, which then sends
the water up to replenish the top tank on the roof. Well that’s the
theory, but since scientists have also managed to show that theoretically
bees can’t fly, I remain sceptical of theorists.
The other morning, greeted yet again by hiss and nothing,
I girded my loins with a hastily wrapped towel, just in case my long
suffering maid Suchida had come to work early, and marched manfully through
the kitchen. That should probably read moaned audibly through the kitchen,
bouncing off assorted walls and refrigerators while muttering unintelligible
threats to the various members of the water board.
At last! The magic handle! I turned it expectantly to the
“down” position and waited for the manna from heaven. No manna. No
water. Not a drop of it. The top tank must be empty! Getting desperate, I
remembered that I should pump up water from the lower tank. Stumbling to the
pump room I was stopped by a large notice on the door which read “NO
ENTER. DA.” Considering that dear Suchida speaks very little English, this
notice in to her a foreign language was a giant step for Thai maids, and
mine in particular. There was obviously something horrendous on the other
side of the door, as well as the switch for the pump! I collapsed weeping on
the floor, wondering just what horror was lurking on the other side, held
imprisoned by an inch of compressed chip board. Freddy Kruger? The Phantom
of the Rue Morgue? At that hour of the morning, complete with smelly
armpits, I was not strong enough to even crack the door ajar to have a peep.
It was time once again for a tactical retreat and a heavy laying on of
armpit deodorizer. Beaten by the water spirits yet again.
Later that day I was informed that the switch was faulty
and Suchida knew that I would have electrocuted myself in my sunrise
somnambulistic state. Where would I be without Suchida? Dead probably. And
even more on the nose.
However, two days later, the Mai mee nam syndrome struck
again after the rain. This time I was ready - the pump switch had been
repaired, and even though the top tank was apparently empty, the switch was
the key to salvation. Triumphantly I turned it to “ON” and waited for
the top tank to fill. And waited. And waited. I found that the Jomtien
theory of unlimited water has an escape clause - when there has been no
water for three days, all tanks will be empty.
At that point plan B had to be brought into action. Have
you ever tried washing your hair, holding a 2 litre bottle of cold drinking
water above your head? It is not to be recommended. Next time I think I will
book myself into the closest hotel (provided it has water too) and not worry
about handles and pumps. It’s just the getting there while half asleep
that poses the problem! The other option is to join next door’s dog
rolling in the puddles. Life without water can be so depressing at times!
Mai mee nam!
Tribute to the United
This, from a Canadian newspaper, is worth
America: The Good Neighbor
Widespread but only partial news coverage was given to a
remarkable editorial broadcast from Toronto by Gordon Sinclair, a Canadian
television commentator. What follows is the partial text of his trenchant
remarks as printed in the Congressional Record:
“This Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the
Americans as the most generous and possibly the least appreciated people on
all the earth. Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy
were lifted out of the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions
of dollars and forgave other billions in debts... When France was in danger
of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who propped it up... I was
there. I saw it. When earthquakes hit distant cities, it is the United
States that hurries in to help. This spring, 59 American communities were
flattened by tornadoes. Nobody helped. The Marshall Plan and the Truman
Policy pumped billions of dollars into discouraged countries... Does any
other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo Jet, the
Lockheed Tri-Star, or the Douglas DC10? ...Why does no other land on earth
even consider putting a man or woman on the moon? You talk about Japanese
technocracy, and you get radios. You talk about German technocracy, and you
get automobiles. You talk about American technocracy, and you find men on
the moon - not once, but several times - and safely home again. You talk
about scandals, and the Americans put theirs right in the store window for
everybody to look at. Even their draft-dodgers are not pursued and hounded.
They are here on our streets, and most of them, unless they are breaking
Canadian laws, are getting American dollars from ma and pa at home to spend
here. When the railways of France, Germany and India were breaking down
through age, it was the Americans who rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania
Railroad and the New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an old
caboose. Both are still broke. I can name you 5000 times when the Americans
raced to the help of other people in trouble... I don’t think there was
outside help even during the San Francisco earthquake. Our neighbors have
faced it alone, and I’m one Canadian who is damned tired of hearing them
get kicked around. They will come out of this thing with their flag high.
And when they do, they are titled to thumb their nose at the lands that are
gloating over their present troubles. I hope Canada is not one of those.
Stand proud, America! Wear it proudly!”
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