Bangkok Beat Book Launch was a night never to forget, writes Gartland in his diary.
I fucked the four dancing girls.
It was a glorious night at my fuck den where we howled to Appolo.
'Not what I heard,' said Dr. Penguin.
'Well what did you hear, then,' asked Gartland, who was always being caught out with his lies.
'I heard you raped them.'
'Doubt it,' said Mr. Blues, 'he hasn't had a hard-on since the last solar eclipse in Lapland, which was a fucking long time ago.'
John Gartland writes in his autobiography, 'I swam and swam and swam. I swam the English Channel. I swam the Suez Canal.'
'The only stroke that guy ever swam was the wank stroke,' said Mr. Blues, who told me about how Gartland complained about Cummings pissing in his pool at his condo.
Well who hasn't pissed in a pool?
'Certainly beats sharing syphilis,' said Mr. Blues, a true musco who had no time for pretenders.
'He's ruined the Bangkok Noir scene when he started fucking a ladyboy on the dance floor of the Bangkok Beat Book Launch.'
Makes perfect sense.
Seems he has an infatuation with them.
It shows in his seminal poem, 'How I was gang-raped by Pat Pong Ladyboys.'
'I bet he supplied the amyl nitrate,' said Mr. Blues.
