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C How They Made Me! Chapter 75

Memoirs of a Philippine Mongerer

Chapter 75:

Sunny ole England here I come

Leaving the Philippines wasn’t going to be easy. This was a country I had planned on visiting for four days and I was still there one year, and a lifetime of experience, later. A sojourn like this changes a man and I knew deep down inside, my life would never be the same again. Somehow the Philippines had become a part of me, and in my own little way, me a part of it. From here there was no going back, the dye had been cast, and I was to forever look at the world from a different perspective.

My flight to England was scheduled to depart early evening so at 2PM I gave Lisa a kiss goodbye, gave her a little money and told her in my sincerest tone, “don’t worry hon Martin come back Philippines soon”. By this time Lisa had turned on the water works and with tears streaming down her cheeks promised me she would wait faithfully until I returned.

Whenever I encounter a reaction such as Lisa’s my cynical side kicks in and I ask myself, is this genuine or is she just working the emotional angle for some other reason. Maybe she is trying to make me feel sorry for her, maybe this is learned behavior, maybe the Filipinas have a genealogical disposition for drama and emotional reactions. To this day I still question the Filipinas motives for turning on the water works and emotional responses in general. The only difference is, these days because of my experience, I in some ways value the emotional response and regard it as part of the girl friend experience, the likes of which when it comes to bar girls, can only be truly given by a Filipina.

I sauntered downstairs with my baggage in hand to be greeted by the ever friendly and efficient May who asked me, “where are you going this time Sir Martin” and with a sad look in my eyes I replied, “it’s time for me to leave the Philippines May, I have to head over to England now and try and earn some money so I can come back here and spend it all”. When May heard my little attempt at flippant humor she gave me a dazzling smile and said, “all the staff at the Mayfair will miss you Sir Martin because you are very nice man”.

The sincerity in May’s comment was clearly evident and when I heard these words I was genuinely touched. Indeed this is one of the things that I have really come to appreciate about Filipino culture. For the most part they are friendly and accepting of foreigners and seem to genuinely care, They also have few barriers when it comes to showing their feelings and being demonstrative. In many societies displays of emotion are frowned upon and we are taught to maintain control by reigning in our emotional responses. In the Philippines the opposite is true, here they are encouraged to openly display their emotions which can be a good and bad thing.

After having said fond farewells to May I walked out into the courtyard and there were Ken and Dave sitting at their usual table both smiling at me. I wandered over to the table and said, “what are you two grinning about”, to which David replied, “good to see you getting out of here mate. I reckon you’ll enjoy England and if you don’t, well we will still be here when you get back.”

The taxi ride to the airport must have been the longest hour of my life. The traffic was at a standstill, the rickety old fan on the dash board along with the rattling old air conditioner, did virtually nothing to cool the cab down and the driver with his inane questions about where I was from, would I like to meet a good girl upon my return etc, just worsened my already intensely miserable mood. I really didn’t want to leave this country and in my mind I was desperately trying to find an excuse to stay.

Once at the airport I breezed through customs and immigration with only a slight hiccup at immigration from a female immigration officer who questioned me why I had been in the Philippines so long. She looked at my passport and said, “sir you have been in the Philippines a long time”, to which I replied, “yes I fell in love with the Philippines”. When she heard this she simply smiled stamped my passport and waved me through.

When I look back at this I realize how much the Philippines and indeed the entire world has changed. In today’s world if I am questioned like this there is always an alternate agenda but I never sensed this from the lady questioning me. Instead all I sensed was a genuine interest in why I would choose to spend so much time in her country. Back in the day things were so much simpler and the Filipinos whilst loving their country, also couldn’t understand why a foreigner would enjoy the Philippines more than his own country.

When it comes to the Philippines it seems to me the Filipinos exist in a permanent state of contradiction. On the one hand they are proud of their country “pinoy pride” but on the other hand they all want to get out because they see other countries as having more opportunities. Having said that I think the core value of love and respect for their own country is still there. Most Filipino’s go overseas to work and send the majority of their income home before eventually coming home to live themselves.

In my younger years it would always amuse me when I heard Filipinos referring to their stint overseas as them making their “sacrifice”. As far as I could see they were heading overseas to make their lot in life a better one so how could this be considered a sacrifice. Then when I had kids of my own I knew exactly what they meant Having to leave ones country and family is damned hard, in fact it’s gut wrenchingly agonizing, and even though it’s to find more lucrative employment opportunities overseas, its still very much an emotional sacrifice. This is especially true for Filipinas who grow up with strong familial ties.

I walked through the airport in a kind of daze trying to come to terms with my leaving the Philippines. Next thing I knew I was sitting in the departure lounge with a two hour wait before boarding the plane and entering the next stage of my life. While sitting there I thought of the year gone by and everything I had experienced kept on running through my head. I thought about Hilda and asked myself if I had handled things differently would she still be alive today. I thought about all the girls who had come into my life and the effect they had on me. I thought about some of the beautiful places I had seen and the new friends I had made. Most importantly I thought about how this country had influenced and changed me and I sincerely wondered if I would be able to adapt to life in gloomy old England.

I was lost in my own thoughts so much so that I barely registered the boarding announcement. Eventually I filed in line with the other passengers and all to soon I was sitting in my seat watching the airline stewardess go through the safety procedures in case of an emergency. This particular demonstration really hit home for me because it was a glaring reminder that my time in the Philippines had come to an end and I was now entering a new stage of uncertainty in my life. I honestly felt like the Philippines was my new home and leaving it was like leaving a loved one.

One of my pet peeves is my inability to sleep when traveling. I can be dead tired and yet still cannot sleep on planes. This trip was to be no exception. Within an hour after takeoff the lady sitting next to me was sound asleep but I was left there literally twitching my thumbs. I remember listening to the piped in music for 2 hours trying to sleep, I remember turning my nose up at some vial concoction they tried to pass off as airline food. I remember watching two movies and being singularly unimpressed with both. Most of all I remember sitting for hour after tedious hour thinking about what I had left behind and pondering what was awaiting me in my uncertain future.

This whole trip flying towards England was now somewhat surreal for me. When I had left Australia initially I was planning a short stop in Asia but my end goal was to get over to England and hook up with Debbie. When I met Debbie in Australia I had felt an instant connection and genuinely believed this was the girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but after experiencing the Philippines, the idea of being with Debbie was somehow nowhere near as exciting. In fact to be perfectly honest I couldn’t even remember what she looked like. The Filipina was now in my blood and somewhere deep inside I knew I would end up back in the Philippines.

For some reason it took close on 21 hours for the flight to reach Frankfurt which was to be our first stop. I remember thinking well now I know why the Filipino’s say the acronym PAL means Plane Always Late. We touched down in Frankfurt where we were told it was going to be a 3 hour stopover and instructed to disembark and enjoy the transit lounge that had been dedicated to us in Frankfurt airport.

After having lived in the Philippines for the last year being in Germany was nothing short of a jarring culture shock. The signage was in German, the people were speaking German with a spattering of English, the people seemed inordinately large and it was cold, very, very cold. The transit lounge was centrally heated but still I could clearly see the frost on the windows and the mounds of snow outside. What really struck me about Germany was that it seemed so clean organized and efficient. In some ways this was a rather pleasant change from the disorganization that is the Philippines, yet in another way it was somehow sterile even antiseptic like. This was indeed a far cry from the chaotic Philippines and I knew right then and there I was going to have some trouble adapting to life in England.

After three hours which seemed like an eternity we all filed back onto the plane and headed for merry ole England. The flight to England was a short one due to the able assistance of strong tail winds but whilst others seemed excited and relieved to be finally arriving, I was filled with trepidation. Thanks to my mothers timely phone call I had Debbie’s contact details plus I had the details of my various Aunts Uncles and grandparents who all resided in England, but still inside of me there was a sense of unease or perhaps just plain old nervousness.

We landed at Gatwick and within 30 minutes I had been processed through immigration and found myself standing next to a pay phone in the middle of Gatwick airport. I managed to find a money changer where I changed a few Australian dollars into British pounds and then proceeded to ring Debbie.

On my first two attempts there was no answer and I was beginning to get a little worried. I knew I could make my way into London and hopefully find a hotel for the night at a decent price but my instincts told me keep on trying to contact Debbie. I tried four times and then on what I had decided would be my last attempt she answered the phone.

When she answered and I said, “hi Deb it’s Martin and I’m at Gatwick. Any chance of a lift into town”, Debbie was silent for about five seconds. As it turned out my mother had contacted her and informed her of my imminent arrival but she was unsure of the exact date, so consequently hearing my voice on the end of a telephone line in England, was still quite a shock for her . After a brief conversation Debbie told me to wait in the main lounge and she would be there within the hour to pick me up and take me back to her place. The relief in my voice upon hearing this must have been clearly evident because Debbie laughed and said, “don’t worry Martin you wont have to sleep out in the cold on your first night in London. That would hardly make me the gracious host”. With that she let out a little giggle and said. “I’ll see you soon” and hung up the phone”.

Two hours later Debbie arrived at Gatwick. She came running across the room and literally hugged me saying “oh Martin it’s so good to see you. I was beginning to wonder if you would ever show, and now here you are”. To be honest I was both grateful for this warm heartfelt welcome and at the same time a little uneasy. How could I possibly tell this woman whom I had been so interested in 18 months before, what had happened to me. How could I explain to her that I had become Asianized and all this was somehow foreign to me now.
All these thoughts coursed through my mind as I hugged Debbie back and I wondered how the heck I was ever going to adapt to sunny ole England.

C How They Made Me! Chapter 74

Memoirs of a Philippine Mongerer

Chapter 74:

All good things come to an end

Originally I had planned to be in the Philippines for a maximum time period of one week and here I was one year later, still in the Philippines, still chasing nubile young Filipinas and generally having the time of my life. In retrospect I realize being in the Philippines for so long a period was irresponsible, a total waste of money and just downright unrealistic. But I was young, and living the ultimate hedonistic lifestyle, was just to much for me to resist.

In Australia they would probably describe it as being “cunt struck” or as the older generation would say, I was “sucked in by the power of the pouch”, but for me there was something more. Yes the availability of casual sex was the overriding lure, but beyond that, there was just something about the Philippines and the lifestyle it afforded me that was like an addictive drug. I was hooked big time and like a heroin addict I existed solely for my next fix.

Some people have referred to this as ‘living the dream’ and the more I think about it, the more I realize how appropriate this saying is. This really was a dream life. I had a seemingly inexhaustible supply of young women on tap, I could drink and party every night and best of all I was becoming immersed in a foreign culture that seemed to be non judgmental and hedonistic to the extreme.

The reality of course was quite to the contrary, but at the time I couldn’t see that and I just existed from one party night to the next, from one girl to the next. In years to come people would often ask me how I could throw my life away like this, and my answer would always be, “because I can”. They would also ask me “given the time over again would you do anything different” and my answer was always “yes there are a few things I would have done differently, but one things for sure, whatever I would be doing, I would be doing it in the Philippines”.

In a way I had become like a Filipino, I lived for the day and pushed any thoughts of tomorrow into some far away recess at the back of my mind. I was totally at home living the mongers lifestyle and the Philippines accepted me, as much as I embraced it.

When David said to me my mother had been calling this actually sent a little chill down my back. It wasn’t because I was scared but rather because I couldn’t think how to explain to her what I had been doing and the lifestyle I had been living. To be honest I knew she was going to ask when are you coming home and I was dreading having to explain to her that I had no desire to come home and live a so called normal life. The thought of doing a nine to five job in the so called normal world was for me a concept that literally filled me with revulsion.

Having lived the hedonistic, sexually gratifying mongering lifestyle for one straight year, I was now addicted. I had changed physically and psychologically. I had never really fitted into mainstream Australian society to begin with and after getting a prolonged taste of life in the Philippines there was no going back for me.

I was a man without a country. I was a man without any definite plans and without any sense of direction. I was a man existing in the sexual twilight zone and I treasured every second of it.

That night I did the rounds but somehow it just seemed something was missing. For some reason I just couldn’t get into the swing of things and three hours later I found myself walking back to the Mayfair alone.

I was strolling down M.H.Del Pillar studiously avoiding eye contact with the scantily clad sexually enticing door girls when suddenly I found myself outside Rosies dinner scoping the place out. I carefully surveyed the inside and finding nothing of interest was about to walk back to the Mayfair when suddenly I felt a little tug on my sleeve and a sweet feminine voice said, “honey I miss you”. Somewhat taken aback I turned round and there beside me was a dolled up Lisa.

I remember making some glib reply along the lines of, I bet you say that to all the boys and then next thing I knew I was walking back to the Mayfair hand in hand with Lisa. Back in those days I would often walk the streets at night which in retrospect was probably a stupidly dangerous thing to do, but for some reason I never encountered any problems. The girls were always a little bit hesitant to walk but I just put that down to laziness.

That night with Lisa was actually quite memorable. We had been together before or as the girls like to say we had tasted each other before, but rather than being a negative our prior experience with each other worked in our favor.

I understand the mans need for a new conquest and I understand why a girl being “new” is so important but conversely sometimes the fact that you have sexual history together can be a good thing. The value of newness is one thing but often the lack of newness is more than compensated for by the fact that the couple is sexually compatible and they know exactly what each other likes. This was certainly the case with Lisa and two hours later found me luxuriously lying on the bed smoking a cigarette, feeling spent and satiated.

I can still remember watching the tendrils od smoke gently waft through the air, and then as I turned aside to gulp in the site of this beautiful young Filipina lying naked on the bed next to me, I thought to myself, how can I ever give up this life, there’s no way I am going home unless I have no other option. I knew when I spoke to my mother some hours later that I would get pressure to come home, but at the same time I felt deep in my bones, going home was not an option. I drank in the sight of beautiful Lisa one more time and resolved then and there that I would do whatever it took to stay and live in the Philippines.

I woke at about 10:AM and proceeded downstairs for my regular breakfast of fresh mango and a cup of coffee. While enjoying my breakfast David Goldshaft sauntered up to my table and said “don’t forget to call your mum mate, she seemed a little worried”. Up until that reminder I had conveniently put the idea of ringing mum at the back of my mind and now here was David bringing it back to the front and reminding me of my responsibility.

Okay I thought to myself I really cannot delay the inevitable so I gulped down my coffee and followed Dave into his office where I could make the phone call.

To be truthful my mother was not at all hostile and her main concern was her errant sons lack of communication. She gently chided me for my infrequency of communication and then said “by the way Martin I have a letter from Debbie with her address in England and telephone number. Please get a piece of paper, write it down and make contact with her. She has been waiting for you for 3 months now”.

Prior to coming to the Philippines I had met an English girl traveling round Australia. We had hooked up for a while and I had become something like her unofficial tour guide. She had been in Australia close on 9 months and although there was never any sex we had hit it off immediately and the sexual current between us was always there just beneath the surface.

My original plan had been to come to the Philippines then travel the rest of Asia indulging in my wander lust but that had all flown out the window as my love affair with the Philippines slowly but surely developed. After all I had been through in the space of just one year I felt like I belonged here and the so called real world had lost a lot of its attraction for me.

I still liked Debbie but I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like meeting her again. Would we still have the electricity between us, had I changed, had my perspective on life changed, had she gotten involved with somebody else, how would I cope without the instant availability of sexual gratification? All these questions and hundreds more coursed through my mind and I found myself actually debating whether or not I should go to England.

That night I stayed in the hotel with Lisa and to say I was preoccupied was somewhat of an understatement. It was about 8:PM and David Goldshaft together with Ken returned from their bar hop to find me sitting in the Mayfair courtyard nursing my third San Miguel beer. David looked at me, looked at Ken and then they made their way to my table.

David and Ken both pulled up chairs beside me and then David in his most sincere tone said, “listen Marty I know it’s none of my business but I couldn’t help but overhear some of your conversation and I really have to get this off my chest”. By this time I felt like I knew David and trusted him but he was not someone who was particularly close to me as our friendship up to this point had been mostly based on the mongering lifestyle we both had in common. As such I was a little bit surprised by the gravity of his tone and the obvious concern for my well being that he was expressing.

My surprise obviously registered on my face but David had warmed up to his task and was now committed to saying what was on his mind. “I just want you to realize Marty that the Philippines and the girls will always be here. This place is like a drug and it gets under your skin to the point where some reach no return. If I was you I would get my arse to England go and see this bird Debbie and carry on traveling. There is no need stay here mate, you are young, you have your whole life ahead of you, so go and experience it. Besides this will always be here in one form or another and after experiencing other countries you will appreciate it even more when you return”.

Wow you could have knocked me down with a feather and I just sat back trying to absorb what he had just told me. I must have sat there speechless for about one minute when Ken Carbry suddenly piped up and said “Daves right mate this is a place to enjoy as a holiday. Keep it as your secret place, your dark side but do not let it blind you to the light of other places. This will still be here if you decide to return and you will have no problem picking up from where you left off”.

Now they had double teamed me and as much as I didn’t like the message they were conveying I realized their words were well meant and the advice they were giving me was what they genuinely thought was my best option.

I looked both of them in the face and replied, “thanks guys”. “I know you are telling me this because you have my best interests at heart and deep down inside I know you are right but still it’s fucking hard to leave this place. This is almost like my home”. Upon hearing this Ken smiled and replied “mate this is home for all of us but for myself and David it’s to late. There’s nothing for us in the real world but that’s not the case for you. Get out of here go see what life’s about and if you return this will still be here”.

So there it was, some heartfelt advice from two mates who had obviously been in my shoes before. After having said their peace Ken and Dave rose from their chairs and said, “see you in the morning mate and please give our advice some thought”.

Shortly after I rose myself and went back up to my room. As I entered Lisa looked up from her engrossing Filipino movie, stared at my face and asked, “you have problem honey”, to which I replied sure do babe, looks like I’m out of here. It’s time for Martin to be leaving on a jet plane”.

C How They Made Me! Chapter 73

Memoirs of a Philippine Mongerer

Chapter 73:

Manila or bust

A “service” to Manila, now there’s a thought I said to myself. I looked at the guard and tentatively inquired how much is your “brothers service”? A nod is as good as a wink for the Filipinos and straight away this guard knew he had me hook line and sinker, but to his credit he played it cool and showed only minimal interest. Some Filipinos know that if they come on to strong or appear to keen the foreigners guard goes up, but this guy was just perfect, Looking back I should have taken him to play poker at the casino, but I was young and inexperienced so for him I was easy pickings. The guard knowing that he had got me replied, “sir Martin, my brother nice service and cost something like 800 to Manila”. Upon hearing his answer I started doing the mental arithmetic in my mind. I figured a trike to the bus was probably 100 the bus itself was another 120 and the taxi in Manila was another 200 total plus allowing for another 100 for food and drink during the arduous journey. Total to Manila 520 on the bus versus 800 for a personally driven car with decent air conditioning, far fewer people and probably quicker. I weighed the options in my mind and figured it was much better to brave the endless Manila traffic from the comfort of an air conditioned car, and since it was only 280 peso more why not spoil myself.

With the deal done the guard smiled at me and said “for a while sir”, then scurried inside to the receptionist desk where he made a phone call presumably to his brother the driver then strolled back and said, “ten minutes sir”. Now I don’t know how many of you are familiar with the concept of Filipino time but basically put it means they are always late, and the ten minutes will be more like twenty. At the time I was still a novice so I took him literally, smiled and sat down on the steps of the Maharajah waiting for the transport to arrive. I sat there for what must have been about 15 minutes and just as I was about to inquire of the guard where the driver was a when beat up old Tamaraw entered the driveway and the guard proudly announced “my brother here now”.

There is a great song by one of my favorite artists, Gary Clark Jr, that goes something like this “bright lights big city, you’re going to know my name” which exactly summed up my feelings about Manila. The lights weren’t so bright because of the perpetual layer of smog that hung over the city, but in Manila there was that unmistakable vibe, a sleazy yet tremendously alluring and intoxicating buzz, that attracted sex tourists from all corners of the globe. Manila was the sort of city where people from all walks of life would rub shoulders, it was a place where one could get lost whether one wanted to or not. It was a place where one had to struggle to make himself known, to stand out, or else go unnoticed and uncared for, lost in the swathe of humanity. This was a broiling hotpot simmering in a sauce of contradictions. This city was a mix of sex, poverty, hatred, and hardship, juxtaposed with a brilliant nightlife, a fast paced social scene, conspicuous wealth, and ironically, real friendships.

The Tamaraw was not exactly what I would call the epitome of modern motor vehicles, in fact it was a dilapidated old bomb but the guard seemed inordinately impressed and swore that it would get me down to Manila “walang problema”. I looked at the obsequious driver, looked at the van and thought to myself, it’s to late to go back on my decision now and besides this could be an interesting adventure. I climbed in the front seat asked the driver to crank up the rickety old air conditioner and with a cheerful smile and a wave to the Maharajah guard, we were on our way.

One thing I have noticed about Filipinos is that once they have a material possession such as a car they will run it until it can’t be run anymore. In western countries a new car is normally good for 2 or 3 years then its time to upgrade by purchasing a new car, but in the Philippines the opposite is true. The idea is to get maximum usage out of the vehicle and spend as little on maintenance as humanly possible.

This particular car was a classic example of that philosophy and as we negotiated the bumps and ditches with the suspension creaking in pain, I wondered if we would ever make it down to Manila. The driver whose name was James did not seem to share my concerns and he seemed oblivious of the cars condition as he merrily hummed along to some ancient love song that was blaring from the radio. We traveled for about half an hour through what resembled what I thought of us a lunar landscape. Huge hills of lahar dwarfed the van and the road was a dusty pothole ridden trail, more suited to four wheel drives and lunar surface vehicles than an ancient diesel Tamaraw. To be honest I was quite apprehensive but James seemed oblivious to my concerns and seemed to negotiate his way without a care in the world.

Finally after what seemed like a lifetime we hit the asphalt covered highway and I began to relax, or so I thought. Back then the NLEX didn’t exist. It was merely called the National Highway which is by far a more accurate description than an expressway. All the way to San Fernando it was a single carriage way road and of course the traffic was a nightmare. It seemed no matter what time of day or night, this road was always busy. The main cars seemed to be vans and owner type jeeps with the occasional Mitsubishi Lancer thrown in. But no matter what your car one thing was for sure, the busses ruled the road. If you have ever done some road traveling in the Philippines you will know exactly what I mean when I say the busses are kings of the road. Traveling by road in the Philippines today is a precarious adventure but back then it was nothing short of a life and death adventure. The busses were the biggest vehicles on the road and they knew it. They would overtake seemingly at will continuously forcing on coming traffic off the road. While overtaking and occupying the other lane they would flash their lights at on coming cars as if to say, hey I’m bigger than you so get out of the way. Somehow Filipinos seem to think that flashing their lights automatically gives them the right of way even though they are on the wrong side of the road. Upon reflection I wonder why there aren’t more fatalities on the roads and I guess the answer is the drivers all seem to subliminally understand how things work and act accordingly.

As we reached San Fernando James announced “Sir I get diesel but you be the one to pay”. I asked why should I pay to which he replied, “because you are my passenger sir”. I thought to myself that’s exactly right and that’s why I shouldn’t have to pay but with true Filipino logic he seemed convinced that my status as a passenger meant that I would foot the bill. Rather than press the issue I decided to go with the flow and asked him how much will you need to which he replied, “maybe 300 piso like that Sir”. We pulled into a gas station where he pumped 300 piso worth of diesel into the tank and in under a couple of minutes we hit the road again heading towards the big smoke Manila.

While in the Tamaraw the time seemed to pass so slowly and it wasn’t long before I began to feel drowsy despite the Kamikaze bus drivers. I think I must have nodded off because next thing I knew the Tamaraw had pulled over and we were stationary on the roads shoulder with a load of Filipino families climbing into the back of the van. I thought to myself this is a bit weird and asked James, “why are we taking on more passengers” to which he replied, “I am the service Sir”. Within minutes we were on the way again except now with a horde of jabbering Filipino families in the back. Everywhere you go in the Philippines it seems that there are always children present and this situation was no exception. The adults were vaguely intrigued by my presence and I am sure they were commenting about me in Tagalog but the kids were literally transfixed. They couldn’t keep their eyes of me and then it dawned on me that I was quite possibly the first white man they had seen in real life.

Being the object of curiosity wasn’t exactly a first for me since in my time I had done a fair bit of traveling but these children took it to a whole new level. I could feel their stares drilling holes in the back of my head so I turned round to face them and said, “hello my name is Martin”. This sudden yet friendly approach seemed to set the kids back a little bit but one little boy overcame his shyness and replied in halting English, “same same name as singer”. He was referring to Martin Rivera but at the time I had no idea who Martin Rivera was so I simply smiled and said, “yes me famous singer but not in Philippines”. Upon hearing this and deciding this was obviously my feeble attempt at humor they seemed to relax somewhat and next thing I knew I was involved in a halting dialogue with these people telling them about my life and learning about theirs.

It was during this conversation that I decided once again English is a wonderful language. I mean here I was thousands of miles from my homeland in the middle of nowhere making new friends with people whose world was totally different from mine except for one common bond, that of the ability to communicate in English, albeit in a very limited way. I am not sure how long we conversed and I am certainly not sure how much of what I was saying they understood but it certainly helped to pass the time while traveling to Manila.

We must have traveled about 20 kilometers when James pulled over to the side of the road again and the Filipino men handed him ten peso each before disembarking. After they got out the entire group stood at the side of the road, smiled waved and said, “goodbye Martin”. This event epitomized to me one of the aspects of Filipinos that I really admire. They seem to have a genuine friendly streak, a natural curiosity, and the ability to accept people who are completely different to them. Of course this does not apply to all Filipinos but generally speaking among the poorer provincial people this is often the case.

From Venezuela to the Balintawak toll gate we were in virtually grid locked traffic but James seemed unperturbed as he sand along to Air Supply and songs from Bread. At this stage I was having visions of the old Tamaraw overheating and us being stuck on the highway breathing in the thick layer of carbon dioxide that gushed forth from the seemingly never ending procession of traffic but James was oblivious to my fears and carried on without a care in the world.

Getting through Manila was not exactly precarious because the traffic was so dense vehicles never got a chance to build up any speed. While traveling through Manila I got a chance to observe what this city was really like and the diversity of it really hit home. In some sections there were beggars in squalid rags knocking on car windows with eyes reflecting the drudgery and pain of every day life, there were heavy industrial areas where people worked 12 hour days for a handful of worthless pesos, and there were crime ridden areas where ones life could be snuffed out like a candle, Everywhere I looked drab grey concrete buildings with a layer of grime seemed to proliferate and hanging over everything was the omnipresent humidity and heat.

Life was hard in Manila, and observing how people lived here, I was reminded how privileged my childhood had been. After about an hour of traveling through the city we arrived at the MayFair on Mabini Street and I instantly felt a sigh of relief that I had actually made it without any major mishap. I paid James his 800, hefted my bag onto my shoulder and made my way into the Mayfair courtyard where I settled down to a nice cool Mango shake.

The Mango shake was excellent and I sat there just chilling, perfectly content with everything in my little world until a rather loud voice woke me from my reverie and I looked up to see a smiling David Goldshaft saying, “mate your mother has rung three times looking for you. I think you better get on the blower and see what’s up”.

C How They Made Me! Chapter 72

Memoirs of a Philippine Mongerer

Chapter 72:

One more round and back to Manila

The dinner at the Maharajah was not exactly spectacular when it came to the quality of food and I rapidly became a fan of the chicken adobo with rice because this was about the only thing they couldn’t fuck up. Well that’s not quite true, their French toast was pretty good, but apart from that the food was woeful.

Having my dinner with one girl and being served by a girl I had been with the night before, was more than a little bit awkward, and Maria who was doing the serving whilst not openly hostile, was certainly churlish. In fact after she had taken the order and disappeared my date said, “what problem to that girl. I think she don’t like to me but I never see her before”. Now I wasn’t about to explain why Maria was like this so I simply said, “maybe she just have menstruation”. This seemed to satisfy her and I let out a quiet sigh of relief.

We had a good dinner and during the course of it I learned her name was Madonna and she was a student studying nursing. Madonna was really pleasant company and I found myself becoming more and more engrossed by her simplistic yet profound attitude towards life in the Philippines. As the dinner finished I offered to walk her out to the jeepney and it was then that she turned to me and said, “Martin I have small problem”. If a girl says that to me nowadays my instant reaction is to think here comes the money request, but back then I wasn’t as experienced so I simply replied, “really darling what’s the problem”? “I no place to sleep” she replied slowly and went onto explain how she had relatives or something visiting from the province and there was no room in her house for her. I found this a little bit weird thinking to myself if it’s your house simply move someone but at the same time I realized this could be a golden opportunity, so I suggested she stay the night with me and the other girls. Madonna seemed a little bit taken aback by this suggestion and said, “I no do like that, can we get private”.

Well this was a very pleasant surprise especially since she had used the word “we”. Not being one to let an opportunity pass me by I quickly replied, “sure I will just go and check to see if they have any vacant rooms. You wait here and I will be back in a minute. I walked out to the reception area and asked the front desk lady, “do you have another room available for tonight”? The front desk receptionist looked a little worried by my request and replied, “why sir Martin, you have problem with your room”? I smiled at her and assured her my current room was fine but I had two girls using my bed which meant I would have no space and wouldn’t get any sleep. She gave me a look as if to say who does this guy think he is, but then smiled knowingly and replied, “yes sir Martin we have vacant room”. I explained that it was only for one night and I would pay the bill tomorrow which seemed fine for her and she handed me over the key.

I walked back to the restaurant and there was Madonna sitting demurely just gazing at the pool lost in her own thoughts. When I saw Madonna I took the opportunity to give her an extended appraisal and in so doing realized she was a truly beautiful woman who had a definite sense of style and class. Looking at her it was pretty obvious she wasn’t a girl who worked the bar and probably had little to do with the bar world, even if she was friends with Helen. For me bar girls have always served a valuable function and most of them know exactly what is expected but at the same time for most men this can become a little boring and we crave the challenge of a so called ‘good girl’. I think this is a result of our male ego, we reason that the bar girls are nothing special because they are having sex as part of their job, whereas with a non bar girl she is doing it because she genuinely likes us or she is just into sex. A second thing that goes through our mind is that we pander to our social conditioning and feel ashamed of the fact that we are having sex with prostitutes. For me I was always totally at home with the fact that I was paying for it but I know many guys who find the idea repulsive and just wrong.

I guess deep down inside we all want to feel we are something special and we like to feel there is some sort of emotional connection there, rather than having sex for sex sake. This is also an area where the Filipinas excel. Even the hardest core bar girl can offer you the girl friend experience and this for me is something which differentiates the scene from that of Thailand. In the Philippines the girls working the bar experience much the same dilemma as their customers. On the one hand it is business but on the other hand they live in denial and placate their feelings of guilt by attaching genuine emotions to the sex act. Best of all, even though both the customers and the bar girls have these contradictory realities it somehow all works and this scene is totally unique.

Once I had the room key I escorted Madonna down the long corridor and into the room. I opened the door, lead her inside and was just about to turn around and say goodnight, when next thing I knew she had planted an inescapable lip lock on me. To say I was surprised would be an understatement and as thoughts of the old maxim never judge a book by its cover coursed through my mind, I responded in kind knowing full well this was going to be a memorable night indeed.

Madonna was that classic mix of a shy inhibited young lady and a raging tornado of pent up sexual desire. She wasn’t an energetic lady but extremely passionate and most of the session she managed to keep a heavy petting session going. For her this was not just a job or having sex for money, she was genuinely enjoying this sexual encounter and I could tell it was both a physical and emotional experience for her. I am not 100% certain but I am pretty sure Madonna was a multiple orgasm woman and every five minutes or so she would arch her back, put her arms tightly round me and let out a series of moans.

My preferred style of fucking is almost like a ground and pound MMA fighter without the punches. I like being in control and my favorite position has always been ‘doggy style’, but Madonna was having none of this. For her it was strictly missionary position and she liked to control the pace. I would be pumping away when all of a sudden she would wrap her arms around me in a bear hug and grind herself against me. This was all very well but after my sexually demanding day I was going to need more than this in order to get off. After Madonna had seemed what endless orgasms she was pretty much spent so I suggested she turned round so I could do her from behind. Upon hearing this Madonna seemed genuinely worried and she whispered, “I never do like that before”. When I heard this I was instantly excited but I knew I couldn’t show her this so I simply replied “sweetheart there is a first time for everything and if you really want to make me happy you will let me make love to you like that”. Madonna seemed to ponder the guilt trip I had laid on her then tentatively turned over, got up on her knees and proffered her beautiful round bottom.

When I first entered Madonna from behind I did so slowly so as not to cause her any pain yet still she reached behind her and pushed me back saying “slowly please”. This of course turned me like crazy but at the same time I acquiesced to her request and slowly but surely inserted myself deep inside her. It was pretty obvious that Madonna had not been lying and this was her first time in this position because she was still tight and was experiencing a little pain with each penetrating thrust. For me this has always been a difficult one because on the one hand seeing a woman struggling to take you is a tremendous turn on but on the other hand actually causing them pain is a turn off and it is always a little difficult finding the middle ground. This was certainly the case with Madonna because every time I got into my stride she would ask me to slow down because it was “masakit”.

The doggy style session must have gone on for about 15 minutes but it soon became pretty obvious that Madonna wasn’t really into it and I doubted I would be able to cum anyway, so as a result I stopped and said, “sweetheart I am done, thank you”. Madonna looked at me a little surprised and a fleeting moment of disbelief crossed her features but she recovered quickly enough and said, “thank you honey ko, Madonna take bath now”.

As Madonna lithely arose out of the bed I had to have a little chuckle because rather than walk in front of me naked she wrapped a towel around her gorgeous little body. Here was a girl I had just shamelessly copulated with and yet she was shy to walk in front of me naked. I have come across this scenario with many Filipinas and the misplaced sense of modesty always amuses me.

After we had, had our respective showers I wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen but Madonna solved that problem for me by wrapping her arms and legs around me like an octopus and said, “Martin stay me”. Back then I thought this was kind of sweet and I saw it as being indicative of her insecurity not wanting to sleep in a strange room alone and I also saw it as a sign that she had a level of genuine affection for me. These days what has become commonly known as the octopus effect where the girl wraps her arms and legs around you, I find myself getting annoyed, but back then I thought it was kind of cute even if it meant little sleep. Ah the joys of youth.

The night with Madonna was certainly peaceful and good for a young mans soul yet by 8 AM: we were both awake and Madonna gave me a loving kiss as she headed out the door on her way to who knows where. I remember thinking I really like this girl and I wondered if I would ever see her again. Some years later I did run into her under rather strange circumstances, but that’s a story for another time. I watched Madonna walk down the corridor then suddenly remembered I had two more girls waiting for me in my room.

I made my way back to my original room, opened the door and there was Helen and Claire going down on each other. At this stage I was pretty spent but I was young and this was a sight good enough to raise the lust in any heterosexual man. Without a word I locked the door, took of my clothes and planted myself on the bed. The girls at this stage seemed oblivious to my presence and feeling left out I decided I couldn’t have these two have all the fun without me so I grabbed Clair who was on top and started humping her from behind.

When I first entered Claire she was a little surprised but with Helens tongue darting between my balls and her clit she soon got into the swing of things and it was another fabulous session. After we had finished the girls rushed off to have a shower while I decided the perfect way to start off my last day in Angeles was to have a swim and then a light breakfast.

After the swim I headed into the restaurant and ordered a fruit dish. I was soon joined by the two girls who ordered a Filipino breakfast which was basically bangus (a local fish) with rice. This was a really relaxing breakfast and as I sat there enjoying the idyllic surroundings and the girls chit chat I thought to myself, life could certainly be worse.

After breakfast I took the girls back to the room and gave them each 500 peso. When they received the money the girls seemed ecstatic and I instantly realized that I must have tipped to much. In those days the girls were happy with 2 or 300 hundred piso but I figured these girls had really put on a stellar performance so 500 each was the least I could do. After an almost tearful goodbye I packed up my belongings and headed out to the reception. On the way I ran into MayAnne who blatantly ignored me, settled up my food bill and then asked the doorman to get me a trike. The doorman asked where I was going and when I replied Manila he just laughed and said, “sir Manila is very far in trike. Maybe you need my brother car because he has a service”.

C How They Made Me! Chapter 71

Memoirs of a Philippine Mongerer

Chapter 71:

One last AC romp then back to Manila

Seeing Wally was not exactly the highlight of my day, but even though he was being a belligerent little dickhead I just smiled at him and said, “how are you Wally I see you found MayAnne again, good on you mate and I hope you two are happy”. This warm welcome disarmed Wally and while he was still trying to comprehend my intent, I simply turned my back and walked away.

Now that I had enjoyed a blow job and a nice cold beer, I was ready to pick up Helen and head back to the Maharajah for a swim and some bedroom entertainment. I strolled up the street absorbing the sights and sounds and then ambled into Stinger. As I stepped through the door I had a feeling something was wrong and sure enough there was Helen grinding on some guys lap while enjoying a lady’s drink. My first reaction was one of anger but then I realized it was my fault, I had left her in the bar while I went bar hopping so what did I expect her to do.

With a smirk I got a chair up the back, ordered a beer and watched Helens show. Helen at this stage had no idea I was there, at least that’s what I thought until she rested her head on the guys shoulder and blew me a kiss. This was a very confusing situation for me. On the one hand I considered her mine since I had paid the bar fine but on the other hand I had left her in the bar and when in the bar she has to do her job. With conflicting emotions raging inside of me I just sat there watching her work this guy and I thought to myself Martin you still have a lot to learn, and right there and then, I vowed to myself to make an effort and learn how the scene works and try to understand the girls.

In a way this situation was a real learning experience and I realized that even though these girls were 18 years old and had very little formal education, when it came to life experience and street smarts, the majority of them left me for dead.

Helen must have worked this guy for ten minutes or so and I was just about to pay my bill and ask for my money back when suddenly she was there beside me saying “for a while honey, I dance then I come you”. In a way I was flabbergasted at the gall of this lady but before I could say anything she was back on stage wiggling that ample behind and making lascivious eye contact with me. Somewhat confused I sat back and ordered another beer. Helen must have danced for about ten minutes then with a smile she ambled off the stage and came and sat next to me. At first I was a bit worried what the other guy would say but he seemed to take it in his stride and I could sense no tension from him.

Helen sat and talked with me for about half an hour while gulping down two more mango juices and then announced she would get changed and we could go. Looking back on it I probably should have exerted more control but I was still comparatively new at the game, and was like a puppy dog in Helens experienced hands.

After the drinks in Stinger we headed back to the hotel for some fun and it was here that Helen showed her true colors. After stepping out of Stinger I was just about to hail a trike when Helen stopped me and said wait jeepney better and more cheap. I remember thinking I can afford 30 peso for the trike ride and I was chomping at the bit to get this girl home but she was adamant and next thing I knew we were climbing into a jeepney at checkpoint. The jeepney must have taken at least 20 minutes to get to the Maharajah and along the way Helen struck up a friendship with a another female passenger. I looked at this other girl and was thinking she is pretty hot when suddenly Helen asked me, “hon is it okay if my friend come to hotel”. Well I was pleasantly surprised and I had a hard time restraining my enthusiasm so I simply mumbled “sure” and gave them both a big smile.

When we got to the hotel the ladies at the front desk reception were all smiles and giggles and I got the feeling they were thoroughly enjoying the fact that I had two girls with me. Back then there didn’t seem to be the judgmental attitudes which we see more and more off in current times, but then again I was a lot younger and had no idea about Tagalog so maybe it has always been there but I was to inexperienced to see it.

We proceeded past the swimming pool which both the girls seemed to admire and into my room. Once in the room Helen said “hon I want swim and my friend but no swimming clothes”. Seizing the opportunity I casually mentioned that we could maybe go swimming naked which was greated by little giggles and next thing I knew I was handing over money so they could go and buy some “swimming clothes”.

After the girls disappeared I was left on my own so I headed out to the pool to get some sun and just recharge the batteries for what I hoped was going to be a great night. I am not sure how long I lay there just relaxing but it seemed like ages and still no sign of the girls. I was just about to give up on them and head down to the bar to get my money back when suddenly I heard Helens laughter and in she waltzed with two other girls. I looked at them and thought all my Christmases had come at once especially since the newest girls were super hot and I had lurid visions of what was going to happen in the bedroom.

The girls rushed into the room and within minutes they were changed and frolicking in the pool. My initial reaction was to join them but then I realized they would get thirsty so I wandered over and ordered a big container full of Rum and Coke and some mineral water. Now for the uninitiated alcohol and Filipinas is a heady mix provided they don’t have to much, the idea being to get them slightly tipsy so their inhibitions disappear.

Watching the girls play in the pool was fun but I wasn’t in the Philippines to be a voyeur so I quickly dove in the pool and joined in the fun. Sitting in the pool fondling nubile Filipinas while drinking Rum and Coke was definitely a pleasurable experience particularly since the sun was going down and as the rum and coke kicked in the girls were getting more and more playful. They were taking turns alternating sitting on my lap and kissing me which was delightful but I was craving something more than a tease, so I decided to push my luck and see what would eventuate.

All three girls were attractive and gave me the signs they were ready, willing, and able but for some reason I had decided I wanted the tom boy looking one. I don’t know what it is about women with short hair but for some reason, most of the time, I find myself attracted to them. Maybe it’s the fact that the short hair defines their facial features, or maybe it’s because the short hair is often indicative of a more assertive attitude which I find challenging. Whatever the reason women with short hair have always been my Achilles heel and this one was no exception. Her name was Claire and to put it quite simply she was a very attractive woman. She had the classic Filipina smile and a beautiful Mocha complexion. Her stomach was firm, her tits were small but perfectly shaped with pointy nipples and her legs were shapely with just the right amount of muscle tone. Claire’s looks were definitely the starting point but what really attracted me was the fact that she could speak English so well and she seemed a genuinely intelligent and friendly human being. We started our pool conversation casually enough with Claire asking me where I came from and how long I had been in the Philippines, but I soon discovered Claire was quite an intelligent and educated girl and the conversation moved on to discuss a range of subjects from Philippine politics, through to memorable sexual encounters.

On the one level I was really enjoying my conversation and mental connection with this girl but on the other hand I realized I wasn’t here for intellectual stimulation, so I decided to steer the conversation towards sex. I carefully considered the best strategy and deciding on the straight forward frank approach asked her, “so Claire I get the impression you may be a little bi-sexual, do you like boys or girls or both”. The abruptness and frank nature of this question momentarily surprised her but she recovered quickly and replied, “honestly I like girl better than guy, but I go with guy if I like him”. Well this is a step in the right direction I thought to myself and decided to press my luck. “So do you and Helen go together” I asked her, and in reply she gave me a mischievous smile and said “of course she is my girlfriend”. So far so good I thought to myself and deciding fortune favors the brave I asked, “do you do threesomes”. She looked at me somewhat confused and asked me “what is threesome”, to which I replied, “you know two girls and one guy together”. Upon hearing this her face lit up and she said, “we do that one time only”. Seizing the moment I then promptly asked, “would you like to try it again with me” and straight away she answered, “for a while please, I talk Helen”.

With that said she jumped off my lap and swam over to speak with Helen. She must have been talking with her for about 5 minutes and the two of them would giggle and glance furtively in my direction. During this time I tried to appear casual and nonchalant but deep down I was hoping fervently she would come back and reply in the affirmative. That must have been one of the longest five minutes in my life and needless to say when Claire and Helen came swimming back over and both proceeded to take turns kissing me and playing with my now excited male member, I was literally ecstatic.

A heavy petting session began in the pool and I was all for trying to do both of them right there in the pool but the girls would have none of that and insisted we go back into the room. I suddenly realized we were leaving out the third girl so I suggested to Helen that she bring her friend along but Helen replied in the negative saying, “No she is good girl, she not work bar”. Oh well I tried I thought to myself and then said okay girls lets go back to the room and party”. Helen said something to her friend in Tagalog and we then proceeded to my room to let the action begin.

At the risk of this turning into a sort of soft porn story I will give a few details of that sexual encounter because for me it was absolutely fantastic and the details remain crystal clear in my mind some 23 years later. Upon entering the room the two girls literally collapsed on the bed and started embracing and French kissing each other . This went on for several minutes leaving me standing there like a Shag on a rock and as much as I enjoyed watching these two turn each other on I wasn’t about to be left out, so I politely said, “excuse me girls but can I join in”. As if having some sort of reverie interrupted they both looked up at me and Claire said “sure you take off clothes and join us.

It started off with me lying on the bed with the girls taking it in turns to kiss me then each other and we soon progressed to Helen giving me a blow job while Claire kissed me and Helen. I remember at the time thinking to myself how good is this. This is what I came to the Philippines for, and wouldn’t the boys back home be as jealous as all hell.

With all this action it didn’t take long before I was rock hard and I suggested that Claire should eat Helen while I fucked her from behind. Claire simply smiled and replied “good idea” and next thing I knew I was banging away at Claire like there was no tomorrow. The moans from both girls were fairly loud but I was oblivious since I was in seventh heaven and never wanted this to stop. After about 15 minutes of banging Claire I asked her if I could now bang Helen while Helen ate her pussy. Once again Claire simply smiled and said, “sure why not”. I don’t know how many of you guys have enjoyed the threesome experience with two girls who “play well together”, but I will say, for me this was an absolutely fantastic experience and the stuff that dreams are made off.

Helen had a more voluptuous behind than Claire and longer legs but that was just more of a turn on for me because variety is the spice of life and I was in full fucking mode and at that stage would have fucked a rat on the run if I could have kept in step. Claire seemed to enjoy being fucked while eating pussy but she enjoyed being eaten by her girlfriend even more and at one stage in the throws of orgasm she was grinding herself into Helens face while pulling on her hair. Seeing these girls abandon all inhibitions and just give themselves to the feelings of lust was to much for me, and next thing I knew I was shooting my load all over Helens back.

Latter while lying back utterly spent with the two girls entwined in each others arms I thought to myself, now that is what life is all about and I couldn’t wait to tell my mates back home about this experience. In some ways it was totally surreal, it was fantasy world straight out of Penthouse porn letters, yet on the other hand it was reality, it had happened, and I had experienced what most men only dream about. This was exactly what I had come to the Philippines for and I gave a silent vow of thanks to my buddy Tim who had first opened my eyes to this wonderful country.

The girls were sleeping soundly utterly exhausted after our torrid sex session and although I was extremely content something was nagging at the back of my mind and then I remembered we had left their friend outside. Thinking that she was probably thinking these dickheads have forgotten about me, I decided to get dressed and invite her to come have something to eat since all this ‘sexercise’ had worked up a hunger in me.

I proceeded outside and there sitting by the pool was Helens other friend. I asked her if she was feeling hungry and after she replied in the affirmative I suggested we go to the hotels dining area were we could have some dinner. She seemed pleased with this idea but at the same time a little hesitant and I could clearly see dealing with a foreigner was a new experience for her. We made our way to the restaurant, sat down and who should come up and present us with the menu, yes you guessed it, none other than the girl from the Maharajah that I had been banging the night before.

C How They Made Me! Chapter 70

Memoirs of a Philippine Mongerer

Chapter 70:

One more barhop in Angeles

I looked at the waiter with what was obviously a questioning expression and asked. “what do you mean, Filipina have high blood”? The waiter smiled and replied, “last night your lady very high blood, she look knife, maybe kill to you”. Okay now this had me worried, I had already experienced first hand with Hilda how the Filipina can get, and I knew even though the waiter was smiling, this was no joking matter. I thanked the waiter for his information and headed back to my room to ponder things.

Once back in the room I realized it was now decision time. Should I stay in Angeles and risk the wrath of MayAnne or should I hightail it back to Manila. I pondered my decision for a few minutes and decided I hadn’t come all this way for nothing so I may as well have one more night in Angeles, if for no other reason than to get a feel for the place.

To be honest my impression of Angeles was that beyond bar hopping there wasn’t much to do during the day so I had better start my bar hop late, and this meant some laps and lying around the Maharajah pool. One thing I really liked about the Maharajah was that when staying there and lying around the pool one could almost forget one was in Angeles. It was just far enough away from the hustle and bustle of down town and lying around the pool it was very restful and good for the soul.

After about two hours of relaxing around the pool I decided it was time for a cold beer and a little bar hop. Within minutes I was ready and next thing I knew I was walking out of the Maharajah and along the street towards the seemingly ever waiting jeepney.

Back in those days the first major bar one hit on Fields when coming from Friendship direction was Stinger, so as I departed from the jeepney it seemed only logical that I stopped in Stinger. Stinger was a dingy little bar which had certainly seen better days, it was dirty, it was dimly lit, the CR was basic, the bar was stocked with beer and local spirits, the air conditioning was rudimentary, and the sound system sucked, yet every day it was busy with customers. When I first walked in and saw a bunch of guys in their forties and fifties chugging down beers and having a good old chin wag, I thought I had stumbled into a little backwater pub in Australia, and then I saw the stage.
Because of the now departed Mummy Lilly Stinger was one of these bars that always seemed to have hot girls. Lilly had this uncanny ability to recruit seriously hot and beautiful girls. How she did it nobody knew but she would come up trumps every time. All Stinger girls seemed to have tight, trim and hard bodies, and all were baby less. Lilly was the classic old school mamasan who was in some respects hard as nails and in other ways a genuinely soft and caring human being. In years to come I was to do a short stint in Stinger and working with Lilly was both a training experience and a pleasure.

Lilly also had that ability to find the new fresh girls who once on the program would go onto become the superstars of their day. Nobody was really sure how Lilly did it and I got the impression even she wasn’t exactly sure what her secret was. But her recruitment skills were only half of her strength, Lilly also controlled the girls brilliantly. When she leveled them with her, ‘don’t even think about it bitch’ glare, the hardest core, craziest girls, would become like submissive little puppy dogs. She always trod the line between authoritarian and caring mother figure extremely well and when she passed on, this was in my opinion, an end of an era.

Stinger was owned by the somewhat infamous Gary S – – – – who was a hard arse Australian individual and yet he and Lilly seemed to have this unfathomable respect for each other, Gary or “Sadam” as the girls would refer to him, liked to keep things basic, and he was noted for his simplistic approach of “cold beer and hot pussy” is all you need in an Angeles bar. This approach was complimented by Lilly who would supply the good looking girls and together they had this little bar rocking. Gary S was always one to push the limits and among the first to always increase prices. When I asked him about this a few years later he replied, “Marty we got the best sheilas in town, the coldest beer in town and the best bar, so fuck em, Stinger will always charge more than those other cunts”.

There was one other major attraction of Stinger and that was the girls would dance topless. In today’s environment I often hear the more longer term mongerers complaining that the girls are covered up and they can’t see what her body is really like. In Stinger this was never a problem, and customers knew exactly what the girls bodies were like. The customers loved the fact that the girls danced topless and the girls themselves soon got used to it and felt absolutely no embarrassment.

I remember walking in and initially wondering why all these guys were hanging out here but when I looked at the stage it all became very evident. Taken slightly aback by this beautiful display of female flesh paraded before my eyes, I simply stood in the doorway for ten seconds with mouth agape, thinking to myself, “fuck me I wonder how long this has been going on”.

Presented with a display of firm willing brown flesh any hetro-sexual man is going to enter the bar and that’s exactly what I did. Keeping one eye on the stage and another on my path I managed to make it to the first bar stool where I plonked my arse down and straight away this topless ravishing beauty smiled at me and jiggled her tits in my face. I remember the waitress coming up beside me and asking, “what you like drink sir” and without taking my eyes from the girl in front of me I mumbled, “one beer please”.

Now at this stage I had, had a little bit of experience in the Philippines but compared to these Stinger girls who were barely 18, I was a babe in the woods. These were young women but they got on the program quickly and once you looked past their youthful features and into their eyes, the disparity became all to apparent. As a good friend of mine Mr Jung likes to say, “it’s not the years but the mileage”, and these girls even though young, had certainly seen some miles in terms of life experience.

I sat there in Stinger making eye contact with as many as I could but when you have tits flaunted in front of you it’s kind of hard to make eye contact. Even though some of these girls were really good looking and I was sorely tempted to chat to a few, I decided to just sit there and enjoy a few beers as I got a feel for the place. I was enjoying flirting with the girls when all of a sudden this tall girl with legs all the way to heaven, stepped onto the stage and whatever resistance I had mustered simply evaporated and next thing I knew I was calling her down and buying her a drink as she gyrated on my crotch.

The girls name was Helen and for a Filipina she had deliciously long legs and of course beautiful silky smooth skin with a very attractive face. As soon as she came down off the stage rather than sit next to me she chose to sit on my lap and gyrated her bottom against my crotch and then giggled as I inevitably rose to the occasion.. Helen knew exactly what she was doing and even though my bar hop had only just started, I found myself contemplating paying her bar fine. When bar hopping a common problem is deciding what to do. If you meet a hot girl who seems to connect with you physically then it is tempting to pay her bar fine and get down to business, but on the other hand in the back of your mind is the thought that, maybe there will be someone I like even more in the next bar. This is what I call the bar hoppers dilemma and this is what struck me as Helen grinded herself against me.

Now don’t get me wrong here this is certainly not a bad dilemma to have, but at the time I had only a little experience and I was genuinely confused. I gave the matter some serious thought and then asked Helen if I could pay her bar fine but I would come back later and pick her up. Helen gave me a beautiful smile and replied, “walang problema”.

After I left Stinger I had a strange feeling of contentment and security and I knew this was going to be a special day. I wandered down the street just taking it all in while avoiding the enticing calls of the door girls. I must have strolled for about twenty minutes and next thing I knew I found myself by a little bar in Santos Street. In those days A.Santos street, or blow road as it is commonly called by those in the know, was little more than a dirt road with a smattering of cheap sleazy bars that resembled the huts of a shanty town, yet if you hit it at the right time there was that undeniable vibe about the place.

Santos street was never exactly up-market and there was always a sleazy element to it. Most of the girls found their way there from Leyte or Samar, and there was always the ever present lady boys. The lady boys were not exactly attractive, but they did perform the valuable function of teaching the girls the finer points of oral sex. In fact it was common for the new girls on Santos Street to attend a sort of blow job seminar where the lady boys would give a blow by blow account of the different techniques, and demonstrate them using a banana.

I slowly wandered down Santos Street just observing the bars while ignoring the constant entreaties of the lady boys to come inside. I was about half way down when all of a sudden I spotted this vision of loveliness sitting in a small bar on the right hand side of the road. I glanced over and smiled and in return she flashed a dazzling smile in my direction and next thing I knew I was sitting in the little bar, ordering a beer for me, and a drink for my new found friend.

As I surveyed the little bar it struck me this bar was a really weird design. Down the center of the bar was what looked like a large counter top with curtains acting as drapes. There was no other seating available in the bar and I thought to myself whoever designed this bar must have been drunk or maybe in days gone by this counter top served as a stage where the girls danced. I engaged the girl in small talk all the time noting the mischievous gleam in her eyes but this illogical design still bothered me so I asked her, “why do they have a table running down the length of the bar”? I am not sure my new found friend understood my question, because in answer she slipped through the curtains, crawled underneath the table, and next thing I knew a pair of hands was undoing my jeans, and reaching inside my underpants. I jumped back a little bit startled and then her beautiful face popped up from beneath the table and with a licentious look the like of which I had never seen before, she said, I give handsome sample 300 peso only”.

At first I had no idea what she was talking about and then suddenly the penny dropped and I realized she was offering to give me a blow job right there in the bar. As the realization of her offer dawned on me I actually felt a little embarrassed, I mean I am not normally one for public displays, but then once again her hands were down my pants and suddenly all thoughts of embarrassment disappeared. I sat there at the table enjoying this young lady’s oral administrations hoping that nobody would walk in, and just as I was about to explode she stopped, popped her head up from beneath the table and said, “you make finish 500 peso”.

Looking back on this I realize what a clever marketing technique this was, I mean what man in his right mind will be able to say no. I remember murmuring something along the lines of, ‘sure babe no problem, just don’t stop now’, and next thing I knew she was back under the table sucking on my dick like there was no tomorrow.

I have always prided myself on my “staying ability” but the oral skills of this girl were quite simply amazing and it wasn’t long before I once again felt the euphoric rush of orgasm coursing throughout my body. When I had finished I was absolutely spent and I just sat there gripping the table top asking myself did this really happen. I Must have had a big contented smile on my face because the girl suddenly popped her head up from beneath the table and giggled as she announced, “you pay 500 now”. I fumbled around in my pocket dug out my wallet and handed over 500 peso which she quickly grabbed and ran to the back of the bar with.

As I sat there completely drained I pondered what had just happened. In a way I felt ecstatic and thought to myself, now that’s why I’m in the Philippines, but on the other hand, because of my social conditioning in Australia I felt a little bit dirty, cheap, and even used. This was an interesting mix of feelings for me and I think nearly everyman who experiences this for the first time has the same contradictory thoughts. On the one hand I really appreciated the simplicity and honesty of it all, but on the other hand I also realized it was meaningless for her and just a means of making money.

To this day I still struggle with conflicting feelings and in some ways I love the fact that these girls are having sex for money but on the other hand I still look for some sort of feeling or closeness. Whether they admit it or not, I think most men experience exactly the same thoughts, but at least in the Philippines it is done nicely and there is always that thin veneer of a genuine connection between the giver and the receiver.

After I paid my drinks bill I decided to do a little more exploring before going back to pick up Helen from Stinger. To be honest I knew I would need a couple of hours to restock my energy and there was no better way to do this than by sitting in a bar enjoying a nice cold beer or two. I strolled back up Santos Street towards Fields and on the way I felt like all the girls and lady boys were laughing at me. It was like they knew exactly what had just happened and as such never even bothered trying to entice me inside.

I wandered slowly up Santos street, turned the corner onto Fields and decided to enter the Hobo Bar (now La Bamba). Inside was dimly lit and there were about 5 girls dancing on a little stage. There was no girl there that caught my attention but that was fine for me because I was completely drained anyway and just wanted to enjoy a quiet beer. I sat there for about twenty minutes watching the girls and enjoying the beer. With the beer finished a good looking waitress came over and asked would I like another one but I had decided a new venue was in order so I paid the bill and headed out the door. By this stage I was feeling pretty good and as I parted the curtains to leave I bumped into a guy and a girl walking in. I mumbled my apologies and the guy replied, “fuck you Martin you dickhead”. Taken aback I focused on the guy I had just bumped into and was confronted with an angry looking Wally holding hands with an even angrier looking MayAnne.

DMZ Tick | Faces of Angeles City

Tick tock, tick tock, BOOM. The Tick DMZ Angeles City Philippines story.

Tick tock, tick tock, boom. This was how Tick saw himself. I asked him one day. “how did you get the nickname Tick” and he replied, because in the Marines I had a reputation for being a ticking time bomb, always ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

Tick was an interesting character and in my opinion one of the original old school Angeles City Philippines veterans. I am not sure of the exact date he arrived in Angeles City Philippines, some say late seventies, whilst others say early eighties. He did a solid 20 plus years in the Angeles City Philippines bar business, during which he lived life to the hilt, experiencing moments of debauchery and decadence, together with moments of true tenderness and mind numbing loss.

Ticks first taste of Asia was a tour of Vietnam serving as a US Marine. During this tour he was wounded by mortar fire which he was always reminded of by the metal plate in his head. After Vietnam he did several years in rehab which according to him did stuff all for his state of mind, but the drugs were pleasant.

During his time in America he met and married his Filipina wife with whom he fathered one son and a daughter, who according to those in the know, was seriously beautiful and an absolute glamour. The marriage was an important part of Ticks life because in some ways it determined the course his life was going to take,and was instrumental in him deciding to live and do business in Angeles city Philippines.

Like so many of his fellow Vietnam vets the war had changed him forever and he always had problems adjusting to normal civilian life in America. Sometime in the late seventies or early eighties Tick arrived in Angeles City Philippines and using his and his wife’s money he purchased the land on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines under his wife’s name, and built the legendary DMZ bar.

I can remember when I first came to Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines in 1991 walking past the DMZ and thinking to myself, what the heck was this all about. At that stage in my life, having come from a somewhat protected upbringing, I had little concept of what DMZ on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines meant, and for me it seemed like some sort of dilapidated memorial to Americas involvement in the Vietnam war.

In later years, with a deeper understanding of the American military’s influence on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, it all made sense, and I realized what an appropriate name for a bar, DMZ was. Tick was no fool when it came to marketing and even more astute when it came to efficiently running his bar. When he first started 99.9% of the DMZ Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines bars patrons were American military and what better way to attract them than by naming your bar DMZ.

As said previously Tick was a former American marine. He was proud of his time spent in the core and much of DMZ Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines was dedicated to the pride associated with being a US marine.

When I first saw DMZ Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines it was not exactly a salubrious dwelling, in fact it was more like a war bunker that had narrowly missed a couple of direct hits. My first impression was that this place had seen better days but then again this was only two months after Mount Pinatubo had exploded and just about every bar in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines at that time was in dire need of a face-lift and substantial repairs.

Looking back on those times I realize Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines was more like a nuclear waste land or a deserted adult theme park, than the brightly lit, mega bar scene it is today. Yet despite it’s dilapidation there was that indefinable something about Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines that appealed to some and repulsed others. Tick was certainly one it appealed to and no mere volcanic explosion was going to send him scurrying home running away from Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines.

Back in the early nineties DMZ was one of the most popular bars on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines. There was always a decent selection of girls, with a few mud between their toes nubiles scattered between the older hand professionals. Since Tick owned the land and the building on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines he managed to keep his overheads down which meant even though the customer numbers had been drastically reduced by the Americans pulling out and Pinatubo exploding, Tick was still able to turn a tidy profit out of DMZ Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines.

Initially I am pretty sure Tick had his wife working the cashier booth in DMZ Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines which was again a clever idea, because it meant he eliminated the vagaries of creative book keeping, that seem so common among Filipina bar cashiers working in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines. In later years when his wife was living back in America he would have his mistress stroke girl friend doing the books and once again, everything was accounted for.

Tick was a mans man full of bravado and stories. In his prime he could keep people entertained for hours and guys who had popped in for one drink often found themselves walking out onto Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines with a girl under one arm and a lighter wallet in their pocket.

Tick was very much old school and believed in making money both on the front end and the back end. When it came to the back end he followed the KISS principle (Keep It Simple Stupid) to the letter. DMZ on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines was nothing if not basic and old Tick would keep close watch on the overheads. I think when he sold the DMZ on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines it still had the original air conditioners as well as the rickety old sound system. He would spend enough to keep it going but anything after that went straight into his pocket.

I only knew Tick in passing, and as I was just beginning my life in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, he already had many years under the belt. I never got to spend much time with him but I would see him occasionally when he used to bar hop on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, and if he had a skin full, his bar hops were always adventurous.

One particular barhop in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines that will be forever etched in my memory was in 1996 when he visited me in Stinger just off Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, together with a young Aussie guy named Paul. Both Tick and Paul were drunk as skunks and I could tell straight away there was going to be some fireworks. They sat down the front of the bar right by the girls, but they hardly noticed the girls because they were engrossed in a conversation about American and Australian special forces.

The conversation started out peacefully enough but as it progressed, both Tick and Paul were getting more and more animated and agitated. I watched carefully ready to ask them to move it outside to Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, when suddenly and as fast as lightning, Tick whipped out an evil looking blade and pointed it at Paul. Paul, who can be a loud mouth, was momentarily taken aback, but recovering quickly he smiled and embraced Tick as if he was some long lost brother. Tick sheathed the knife, smiled back at Paul and they carried on drinking as if nothing untoward had happened.

For me Tick seemed like a lot of combat vets who I met over the years. He had obviously lead an interesting and diverse life, very much influenced by his days in the military. He struck me as one of these hard bitten guys who had seen and experienced to much to ever fit back into so called normal society.

During the late eighties and early to mid nineties I met a lot of guys like this, both here in the Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines and in Thailand. They normally came across as grizzled old bums slumped on a bar stool drowning their sorrows in the next drink. As we all know appearances can be deceiving, and as I came of age in the Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines bar scene, I would learn to unobtrusively talk with these guys and some of the stories they told were nothing short of enthralling.

This was one of Ticks strengths, if in the mood he could spin a yarn and entertain people for hours on end. It was always the same subject, but strangely enough Tick was never short of an audience who seemed eager to listen and chat with him whenever visiting DMZ on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines.

Ticks wife was a Filipina but having been exposed to a decent life in the states she was never going to be happy living and working in the bar business in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines. Add to this the fact that she had two kids already, and a parting of the ways was almost inevitable. I am not sure about the details of the separation but it must have been comparatively amicable because she left Tick with the bar on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines under her name and never caused any problems for him, that I am aware of.

From 1997 through to 2004 I didn’t have much to do with Tick. There was never any problem but we were basically moving in different circles. I would sometimes see him and we would exchange cordialities, then go our separate ways.

I met Tick again in 2004 after I moved back up to Angeles from Makati, and to be honest I was quite shocked at his appearance. The once robust Tick was now significantly skinnier, his skin was sallow and a flat dullness had replaced the once taunting sparkle in his eyes.

Having said that, although obviously sick, there were moments when he was the same old mischievous Tick. On one occasion I remember him rambling into Bedrock on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines and making a business proposition to the owner. At the time the American military were in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines and Tick had managed to do a deal with the brass, where he would supply some girls from DMZ Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines to visit the troops out on base. Tick asked the officers how many girls they wanted and nearly fell over when he heard their answer, “minimum 100”.

Of course it was impossible for DMZ Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines alone to supply 100 girls but Tick being a long time operator in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines was unperturbed by this minor set back, and next thing he knew the officer was handing over the money with Tick sincerely promising he would take care of all the arrangements.

That night Tick reportedly visited 5 bars on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, of which Bedrock was one, and arranged a total of 120 girls. The next night Tick went around the bars of Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, gathered all the girls, then organized 7 jeepneys to take himself, the owner of Bedrock om Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, and 120 horny bar girls out to the base, where the even hornier young marines were waiting in eager anticipation. While out on the base Tick introduced the owner of Bedrock to all the brass and as a result Bedrock and DMZ on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines were deemed “safe zones” for the visiting marines.

For Tick utilizing his military contacts was totally natural, but for the owners of the other bars this was a first, and to this day the owner of Bedrock on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines still has the business card the US General gave him when he visited the base with Tick.

Things like this were classic Tick and the fact that nobody blinked an eye lid, really demonstrates how much Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines has changed. Try doing something like this in today’s environment and you would be looking at Human Trafficking charges with forty years in a Philippine jail. In my opinion it also demonstrates how much the military has changed. Back then the officers had no problem mixing socially with the bar owners on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines and the troops were allowed to mingle with the bar girls on Fields, albeit under the watchful eyes of the MP’s.

One thing I liked about Tick was the fact that he wasn’t afraid to be himself. His attitude was, I am who I am, and if you don’t like it, then fuck you. A classic example of this was his habit of smoking and chewing on a cigar that never seemed to leave his mouth. At first I thought it was some sort of General Patton impersonation but when I asked Tick about it he simply smiled and said, I smoke the cigar just to piss people off.

My last sighting of Tick was when he and the Aussie owner of Bedrock on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, were chatting in Molly Malone’s. Tick was looking old and burdened by life’s woes. I couldn’t hear much of the conversation but I’m pretty sure it was to do with Mummy A— who was working in DMZ Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines and battling with Tick. There were various strong expletives used whenever her name was mentioned, and the look in Ticks eyes was one of utter hatred.

Some time after Tick departed Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines I heard some stories of what the problems were. This mummy A was working for Tick and she had a habit of employing underage girls then telling certain people. These people would visit the bar on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, find the underage girl working there, blame the owner, then offer him a way out of trouble. The way out of trouble would involve a monetary payment some of which was then back handed to the mamasan who had started the problem in the first place.

Mummy A was a piece of work and she was making Ticks life a misery. At the time he was obviously sick and the mamasans conniving, duplicitous, extortion was only making matters worse.

I ran into this mamasan again some years later when she was working for Kelly in Classroom 2 Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines and straight away I understood why Tick had, had a problem with her. She really was an evil conniving individual, who barely tried to hide her contempt and loathing for the bar business in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, and the foreigners involved in it.

When Tick decided to sell DMZ on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines he was very obviously sick. He was sick, his long term girlfriend of several years had passed away, he was dealing with problems from Mommy A, and the whole thing was becoming overwhelming. I think his state of mind was an influential factor in his decision to sell, as were his health issues, and the realization that because he owned the land and the building on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, he could get top dollar for DMZ.

DMZ on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines being sold, in some ways marked the end of an era. The days of a small bar on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines with rudimentary lighting, rickety old air-con’s, a dilapidated sound system , gnarly old waitresses who could suck a bowling ball through a garden hose, a urine reeking toilet, 50 peso local drinks, 20 or so bikini clad dancers ranging in age from 18 through to 30 (some with mud between their toes, some with more pricks than a pub dart board), and perhaps most importantly, a bar on Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines that made it’s money from the guys hanging with the guys in a military pub like atmosphere, were rapidly coming to an end.

The DMZ was classic old school Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines and with it being sold one of the last bastions of a bygone era, faded into Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines folk law history.

After selling Tick moved back to America where he could get proper health treatment. He managed to battle whatever his illness was for a few more years but in the end succumbed.

Tick was a character who as the English would say, ‘lived life large’ in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines. He was hard bitten, to some extent a social misfit, and definitely in many ways, stereotypical old school Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines.

R.I.P Tick and I hope wherever you are, your kicking ass and taking names.

Gordy Gale, Part 2 | Faces of Angeles City

Gordy Gale, “And now we rock” The Gordy Gale tale. Part 2.

Over the years of knowing Gordy mostly in Angeles City Philippines I often wondered how he could survive without a steady income. Little did I know it, but the man had his fingers in many proverbial pies, like most survivors in Angeles City Philippines diversification was the order of the day. Despite appearances Gordy was a surprisingly intelligent, knowledgeable and practical man, plus when circulating in the Angeles City Philippines bars he had social networking down to a fine art. He was technically proficient with computers and this landed him his first money making opportunity in Angeles City Philippines. Gordy got involved with two other American expatriates and they started their own version of internet chat rooms, very similar to that of the now defunct Jade Cool that was so famous in Angeles City Philippines. This lasted for close on four years and afforded Gordy a relatively steady income and comparatively comfortable lifestyle in Angeles City Philippines.

After the computer chat business dissolved Gordy’s income earning options were limited, especially since he was living in Angeles City Philippines. By this time he had become addicted to the hedonistic, sexually adventurous lifestyle Angeles City Philippines had to offer, and the thought of going back to America, had become abhorrent to him. Like many of us Gordy was trapped by his love of the mongering lifestyle that is indicative of Angeles City Philippines. He reveled in the freedom and sexual promiscuity. Back in America he was nothing, a nobody, but in Angeles City Philippines he could be anyone, or anything, he wanted. Gordy had found a place in the Angeles City Philippines expatriate community. He was known, accepted and even respected.

In the coming years Gordy dabbled in numerous ventures. He managed Angeles City Philippines bars, he ran the Subicrocks website, he ran Go2phil, he did a short stint in America where he solicited, (via email), money from people wishing to invest in his latest music venture, he ran an online detective agency based in Angeles City Philippines, he spent several months in Pattaya where he was going to run a bar but his employers changed their mind, and he worked throughout Asia in the antique watch business. He also played a few gigs with Angeles City Philippines local bands and he made a little money fixing fellow expatriates in Angeles City Philippines computers.

For other expats living in Angeles City Philippines, Gordy was very much a “go to man”. If you needed anything chances are Gordy knew how to get it, where to get it, and how much it would cost in Angeles City Philippines. And I’m talking anything here, from the kitchen sink and a decent lounge, through to a master builder, a competent electrician, or a television repair man, he seemed to know everyone in Angeles City Philippines. Then if for some reason he didn’t know he would find out for you. He also seemed well connected among the Filipino’s living in both Angeles City Philippines and Manila Philippines. He knew people in the NBI the PNP, Immigration, etc. I never needed to test his contacts but I know several people who did, and they reported positive, albeit expensive, results.

In countries like the Philippines it is often more who you know, than what you know, and Gordy was a master at social networking. He would always have information on which power player especially in Angeles City Philippines was doing what. What’s more, if he didn’t know someone he would go out of his way to get what information he could, and it would be stored in his convoluted memory banks for ever more.

As a bar manager in Angeles City Philippines Gordy was actually pretty good. He knew a lot of people, he was good at organizing the girls, he was good at behind the scenes organizational work, he was a draw card for the customers in Angeles City Philippines, and he was a comparatively light drinker, However despite all these good points he also had some crucial weaknesses. He was to inflexible in regards to the music being played in Angeles City Philippines, he was to old school when it came to the girls working in Angeles City Philippines bars, and most importantly, his heart wasn’t really in it. The bottom line for Gordy was, bar management in Angeles City Philippines existed as a means of survival, indeed as he often used to self effacingly say, ” I’m a much better customer than manager in Angeles City Philippines”

When it came to bar management in Angeles City Philippines Gordy never seemed to stick at a job for any length of time. I think this was because of a number of reasons. He became easily bored as there was very little intellectual stimulation in Angeles City Philippines bars, the physical stimulation waned as he saw the same girls night after night working the Angeles City Philippines bars, his time was not his own and he couldn’t come and go as he pleased, the financial remuneration when working in Angeles City Philippines bars was paltry, the number of raids in Angeles City Philippines was increasing dramatically and being a bar manager in Angeles City Philippines was becoming a risky proposition. Lastly and perhaps most importantly, seeing the Angeles City Philippines bar from a management perspective, was a bit to much of a reality check. It was no longer enjoyable and seeing an Angeles City Philippines bar through a managers eyes, stopped him from enjoying the Angeles City Philippines bar as a customer.

His shortest stint in any bar in Angeles City Philippines was the brand new and much hyped Red Bar in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines. This was newly built and took the place of the Dollhouse café in Fields Avenue, Angeles City Philippines. Red bar was nicely appointed, it had a classy look and feel to it, they had a good number of decent looking girls, and Gordy had beaten a number of more experienced managers to the job in Angeles City Philippines. Everything was going along nicely until one of the “super star” girls of Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines began to show some attitude, and act like the rules didn’t apply to her. For Gordy this was tantamount to directly challenging his authority, and he decided to take her on. Both the girl and Gordy complained to the owners of Red bar in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, whose reaction was to try and appease both sides, but Gordy wasn’t having any of it. For him he thought the owners of Red bar in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines should automatically take the side of their manager and when this didn’t happen, he was sorely disappointed. So much so, that after only two weeks of work in Red bar in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines he ended up quitting, never to work as a bar manager in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines again.

Without a steady income Gordy was always struggling to make ends meet in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines , yet somehow he always survived, and always had enough cash to buy a rum and diet coke in the Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines bars. To his credit, when he was really down, he had enough sense to curtail his lifestyle and lessen his bar hopping in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines. I am pretty sure there was a pride element involved in this as well, and he never wanted to be one of those guys who bar managers in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines cringe at when they see them walking through the front door of the Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines bar. He always tried to pay his way, well at least for me, and as far as I could see, he was welcome in every bar in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines.

He would go through these phases in his life where he would sell everything, relocate to another country etc, but for some reason he always ended up back in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines. I don’t think Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines was a paradise for him or anything like that, but I believe Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines offered him a comparatively comfortable lifestyle, where he could get laid regularly, live in a decent environment in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, be among like minded friends, and have his money go a lot further in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines. This wasn’t exactly an ambitious state of mind but for a guy in his late fifties living in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, with no academic qualifications, and limited work experience, it was about as good as he was going to get, especially when living in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines.

One thing I noticed about Gordy was his lack of perseverance. He always wanted to make the quick buck without putting in the work. He had an extremely analytical mind and I think for him, working in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines was like a mathematical equation. He would balance out the amount of time spent and the effort required, against the reward gained when working in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines. If there was a disparity between effort and reward, he would simply chuck the job in and move onto something else in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines.

Gordy wasn’t perfect and sometimes the lack of finances made him compromise his values and make poor decisions in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines. One example that springs to mind is the Subic Rocks website. He managed to sell it for 2 thousand dollars but kept the sites domain name and server access. About 6 months later after it had been sold and the site was languishing, Gordy was approached by a new buyer for the website. Sure enough he ended up locking the original purchaser out of the site, and sold it again to the second purchaser. When I asked him about this he replied “the site was dying, no work was being put into it and I had sold advertising on the site, so my name was at risk. The new owner has big plans for it which I believe will benefit the advertisers a lot more”. When I heard this I smirked and thought to myself, wow he must be desperate for money. Gordy had double dipped, compromised his principles, and he knew it.

Living in the Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines expat community Gordy was well aware of the social creed that we mostly try to live by. Part of this creed is that you stay away from the girlfriend’s and wives of your male friends living in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines. As the saying so aptly goes, “Bro’s before ho’s” and “in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines you never lose your girlfriend, only your turn”. Gordy espoused this philosophy but sometimes had difficulty putting it into practice. On several occasions he was guilty of chasing and having sex with his male friends girlfriend’s. This did not exactly endear him to his circle of friends in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, and even though he put a brave face on it, I think deep inside he knew he had made a bad mistake and angered his friends living in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines.

Gordy was in some ways a sad case. He would often borrow money and neglect to pay it back to people living in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines. He was the subject of two fund raisers and just frittered away the money. This combined with the fact that he couldn’t hold down a job for any length of time in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, made survival for Gordy in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, a constant struggle. Lastly I think it is important to note that Gordy told little lies, which would always seem to backfire on him. A classic case in point, when he was returning to America the first time to see his supposedly dying mother. As it turned out his mother was in good health, and wasn’t exactly pleased to see her errant son, whom she had been sending money to for years on end, while he lived in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines.

Gordy’s situation in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines was then made worse, because like any western man who lives in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines for an extended period of time, he found it virtually impossible to relate to western society . When he went back to America the first time he soon realized this, and he knew that door was closed forever. Having run out of options in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines I imagine Gordy was not exactly chuffed with the prospect of going back to America where there was nothing for him. He had burnt his bridges in America and the thought of having to go back there must have been extremely depressing for him after living in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines.

There are several theories concerning Gordys death. Some claim he was murdered by the Russian connection in Pattaya, whilst others claim he committed suicide because he was a Christian Scientist who believed in reincarnation. Others theorize he was suffering from depression whilst living in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, whilst still others think it was a melodramatic ending typical of a wannabe rock star who never made it.

As for me I believe Gordys death was suicide, and I sincerely believe it resulted from his realization that his time in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines was over. He knew he had no other options left and the thought of having to go home leaving Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines and face a miserable, mundane, existence in a land that he no longer related to, and those close to him had severed all ties, was just to much for him to handle. I guess in some ways he was yet another victim of the hedonistic, promiscuous, addictive lifestyle, that is Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines.

The fact that I will never see his pock marked visage in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, rocking the night away again, saddens my soul. In all honesty I miss Gordy a lot. I miss our conversations about music, I miss his sharp analytical mind and his concise way of expressing himself. I miss our discussions about life in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines, art, politics, women and everything else under the sun.

I console myself with the thought that he is somewhere up there arguing with the creator about music, and banging on the pig skins for the Angels to dance to. RIP Gordy Gale the Drummer man and I will see you eventually in that great gig in the sky.

Gordy Gale | Faces of Angeles City

Gordy Gale, “And now we rock” The Gordy Gale tale. Part 1.

Sneakers, faded blue jeans and the obligatory black T-Shirt. This was standard apparel for “Gordy” Gale, another iconic figure of the Angeles bar scene. It seemed like everybody knew Gordy and likewise Gordy knew them. His was one of the regular faces of Angeles, he was a ‘go to man’, who knew where everything and everybody was. Gordy was someone you would invariably meet when bar hopping, he was part and parcel of the Angeles bar scene, and in my opinion, the town is a lesser place without him.

In early August of 2014 Gordy quietly left town and traveled to Manila. Supposedly he was returning to America where he was going to catch up with family, find a job, earn some money and start life again. He never made the flight, and 38 hours later his lifeless body was found in a cheap hotel room, after shooting himself with a recently purchased 45.

An inconspicuous, and in some ways contradictory end, for a man who many saw as the ultimate survivor.

“And now we rock” this was shouted by Gordy as he pierced the air with two hang ten signs and bobbed his head to Mountains song, Mississippi Queen. He was playing guest DJ in Shipwrecked bar, the music was blaring, the customers were rocking, and I was loving every second. This was a far cry from High Society and the hip hop dance scene, and this was an even further cry from the bubble gum girlie music, played in most bars. The girls were as usual bewildered, and couldn’t understand why all these old fart customers were getting so enthused. But Gordy didn’t care, he was in his element rocking the night away, and this is how I will forever remember him.

The subject of what music to play in a bar was a discussion I would often have with Gordy. He always maintained “the girls don’t dance anyway, so why not play music for the customers”. My counter argument would be, play a mix of music, some that the girls like and will dance to, and some for the customers. For me that intangible thing called atmosphere is very important in a bar, and over the years I have found that girls dancing and having fun is key to creating a good atmosphere. Gordy would strongly disagree, for him the customers made the atmosphere, and he was convinced the customers would party if put in the mood by the right music.

The generation gap became blatantly obvious when people like Gordy were in the bar. He would insist the DJ played rock and roll which was hardly conducive to Filipinas dancing up a storm. But Gordy hardly noticed, he figured the girls wouldn’t dance anyway so he was going to play the music he knew and loved. Gordy lived and breathed rock music. He was zealously passionate about sixties seventies, and sometimes eighties, rock. Indeed, his complete image, and most aspects of his life, related to rock and roll music.

Gordy was a true musician, and as his nickname on the boards (Drummer) suggested, he played the drums and was an ardent rock fan. I think he yearned for the rock and roll lifestyle but it always alluded him. His was always a case of so close and yet so far. He had a brief glimpse of fame when in the eighties he landed a session gig with Joe Cocker and they made a video, but this was a close as he ever came. Ironically this video will be part of Gordy’s legacy. I say ironically because Gordy hated that video and used to cringe whenever it was played in the bars.

On several occasions he came close to landing gigs with bands that went onto fame and fortune but for one reason or another he never seemed to get that elusive big break. On one occasion he was trying out for a band and the test song was Simple Minds, “don’t you forget about me”. Gordy did a good job but lost the gig to a guy who played a double base drum. Reportedly the producer acknowledged Gordy as the better Drummer but said the other guy looked better. Once again it was a case of so close and yet so far. Gordy came to hate the song “don’t you forget about me”, and a sorrowful look of missed opportunity would cross his features whenever it was played in the bars.

Gordy used to think of himself as a walking encyclopedia of music. Indeed when it came to sixties and seventies rock, his knowledge was truly impressive. I will always remember the many nights we spent in the bars playing music for each other, long after the bar had officially closed. We would invariably compare notes, test each others musical knowledge, listen to pounding rock, and revel in the fond memories of our youth.

For us this was an escape to when the world was a lot simpler, and listening to the music bought back so many memories At the same time we felt as if we were making a stand against the invasion of rap, hip hop, and modern day music in general. To most this will sound archaically inane, but for Gordy and myself it was tremendously important. We enjoyed harking back to a time when the musicians actually played their instruments, the singers sang, the drummers drummed and the rock stars wrote new tunes, along with intelligible lyrics.

I think Gordy was most happy when listening to music or banging the drums. I still remember going to see him play with a local band in the short lived Garage behind Number 1 Diner. After the gig Gordy complained for the next two days how his arms were sore. For Gordy the aches and pains were very much a realization that he was getting old, and what he had so easily done in his youth, was now a taxing endeavor. Having said that, I don’t think I ever saw Gordy as happy as he was when banging the pig skins. This was his passion, his love, and an essential part of how he saw himself, the quintessential “Drummer” man

My friendship with Gordy never really progressed beyond a common love of 70’s rock music. But for us this was enough, and upon reflection I realize the long nights we spent listening to, and discussing music, were some of my happiest times in Angeles. These were times when we could both be ourselves, and relive fading memories through the music. These were indeed happy times, and I shall forever associate them with the “Drummer” man, Gordy Gale.

Gordy originally hailed from Michigan, but like so many wanna be young hopefuls, he made his way to LA in the late seventies, early eighties. He knew opportunities in Michigan were somewhat limited, and if he was ever going to make it, living in LA was a necessity. Upon his arrival in LA he immediately became immersed in the music scene albeit only on the fringes, and was a regular in many of the recording studios. I never talked with him in great depth about his time in LA but from what I can gather he was like so many young men before him, scrounging around the scene, waiting to be discovered and given his big break.

I first met Gordy in 2002 when he walked into my bar in Makati. He was sporting his soon to become standard issue sneakers, blue jeans, and a black t/shirt. At that time he wore his hair long, (which I was always kind of envious of), and he had an air of aloofness that many would misinterpret as arrogance, when in fact it was shyness. At the time I had no idea of Gordy’s fascination with music, but I soon cottoned on when he requested the DJ play some Led Zepplin, Grand Funk, and Joe Walsh.

I got on well with Gordy that first night and even though he was in mongering mode we soon found out we had a common interest in music, and it became obvious to each, that we would have similar discussions for many years to come.

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Richard Agnew, the king of Angeles City Philippines. Part 1.

Talk about “luck of the Irish”, at times Richard Agnew the King of Angeles City Philippines seemed to personify this saying, and even in his darkest of times, Richard the king of Angeles City Philippines always seemed to remain cocky and confident. It took a hell of a lot to put this man down, and believe me, they certainly tried.

During his time in Angeles City Philippines Richard Agnew literally experienced it all. From the depths of despair to unbridled elation, from dire poverty, where he hardly had 1000 piso to his name, through to million dollar deals done on a handshake. The king of Angeles city Philippines lived a roller coaster lifestyle.

From the sweet innocent Filipinas new to “the game” in Angeles City Philippines, through to hard core veterans who loved his wallet more than him. From moments of simplistic happiness through to the sadness that comes with the murder of ones best friend. Richard Agnew the king of Angeles City Philippines experienced it all and lived to tell the tale.

Richard Agnew the king of Angeles City Philippines has been called many things by many people. He was hounded by a Catholic Priest in Subic who accused him of “propagating and leading the sex industry which casts a black shroud of evil over the community and corrupts young people,”. He was maligned and set up by an infamous Irish tabloid, who referred to him as “King Sin Agnew” and a “sleazy Irish businessman”. He rubbed shoulders with mayors of Angeles City Philippines, political wheeler dealers, and powerful Generals. He entertained movie stars and influential businessmen. He even ran his own Tourist Police force in Fields Avenue Angeles City Philippines. He lived a high profile life using his own and other peoples money. He survived for close on 18 years in Angeles City Philippines, but this lifestyle was unsustainable. In the end he surreptitiously crept out of Angeles City Philippines leaving a crumbling empire, substantial debts, and a trail of bullet holes in his wake.

Like many before him who lead the high flying lifestylein Angeles City Philippines, Richard left Angeles under a shadow. A somewhat ignominious end for the once “king of Angeles City Philippines”.

Richards first experiences in Asia were in Thailand selling time shares. In many ways this was to prove a thorough training ground and the lessons learned there, held him in good stead during his time in Angeles City Philippines. Richard could sell ice to an Eskimo and to watch him reel in potential investors was like watching a master craftsman creating his latest masterpiece. Richard knew exactly how to appeal, whether it be through stroking the ego, emphasizing the hedonistic lifestyle, or simply tweaking a mans greed, Richard could do it all. He would nearly always find the right buttons to push and at one stage he literally had people clamoring to invest their money in his burgeoning empire in Angeles City Philippines.

If Ray Kelly was good at finding people to invest in Angeles City Philippines, Richard was the master, and I believe like many before him in Angeles City Philippines, operating on other peoples money was to some extent his undoing.

Like all good salesman Richard could adapt to just about any situation. At times he could be charming and affable leaving people thinking what a great bloke he was. At other times he could be serious and formal, as well as a strict task master. The chameleon aspect of his character enabled him to adapt to different situations in Angeles City Philippines, this ability proved to be a formidable tool for Richard, especially when making a sale in Angeles City Philippines or dealing with Angeles power players.

When it came to the girls Richard had a big heart and was comparatively naïve. In some ways he would treat them in a hands off manner, maintaining a necessary dose of cynicism. In other ways he would spoil them rotten and be like a little puppy dog wrapped around his girls proverbial finger. In his early days Richard would instigate sexual relations with a substantial amount of girls working in Angeles City Philippines, but then as he got older he toned it down a bit and tended to stick to one girl in a relatively long term relationship. Well at least long term for Angeles City Philippines.

In my opinion king Richard of Angeles City Philippines was always attracted to the wrong sort of girl. Invariably he would end up with the hard core girls whose primary motivation was money and ego gratification. Did they really like or love Richard king of Angeles City Philippines, I guess only the girls or Richard can accurately comment on that, but for me as an outside observer, it seemed they were using him as much as he used them. In a way this was the ultimate irony because if anyone encouraged the girls to be materialistic, it was Richard.

While in Angeles City Philippines, Richard operated on the simple principle that money attracts money, and this was clearly evident in the clubs he built here in Angeles City Philippines. Richard started off in the mid nineties with a little bar named Woody’s. This was a small innocuous little bar with a few dancers and meals. In fact it was more of a pub than an Angeles City Philippines girlie bar, and I think Richard was very comfortable in this environment, hence his later development of Molly Malone’s Irish pub Angeles City Philippines and restaurant. Again this clearly demonstrates the duality of king Richards Angeles City Philippines personality. On the one hand he was perfectly comfortable in a place like Molly Malone’s Angeles City Philippines and ten minutes later he was partying like a rock star in one of his brightly lit, frenetically paced, Angeles City Philippines go-go bars.

Richard Agnew was nothing if not a showman. He realized the importance of image and appearance. Playing the high rolling, hedonistic and wealthy bar owner, was for Richard the king of Angeles City Philippines, totally natural. He took to it like a duck to water. The man was a first class entertainer and when in an Angeles City Philippines bar, he was nearly always surrounded by a group of people hanging on his every word. He was energetic and effervescent, he had that lovable Irish rogue appeal, and he could tell a tale better than anyone around. Richard had the ability to capture his audience and take them on a roller coaster ride as he related his stories.

I think king Richard of Angeles City Philippines, genuinely believed that entertainment was a key factor in the Angeles City Philippines bar business. He was the first one to take it beyond hot girls and cold beer. For him it wasn’t just about selling sex in Angeles City Philippines, but rather, a total entertainment package. He was the first to invest substantial money into a group of bars in Angeles City Philippines, albeit other peoples money, and he was the first one to employ over 100 dancers in a single club in Angeles City Philippines. He was the first to install a decent sound system in all his Angeles City Philippines clubs, he was the first to emphasize glitz and glamour, he was the first to place live rock bands inside the bars of Angeles City Philippines, and he was the first to have super hot door girls dressed in a variety of uniforms, outside each of his Angeles City Philippines clubs. Richard Agnew to his credit and detriment, was never afraid to try something new. He was the first to build two mega clubs, Neros and Blue Nile,in Angeles City Philippines, he was the first to join 4 bars together and create a fully functional entertainment complex in Angeles City Philippines. He was the first to introduce the ill fated slot machines in Angeles City Philippines, he was the first to build a hydraulic stage and make it a major selling point of the bar in Angeles City Philippines. He was the first to introduce the Angeles City tourist police organization, he was the first to introduce specialized dance groups in all his bars, he was the first to build an exclusive club upstairs and market it as a members only club in Angeles City Philippines, and he was among the first to build a hotel specifically designed to provide accommodation for his Angeles City Philippines bar customers.

His aim was to provide what he saw as the ultimate entertainment package in Angeles City Philippines, something akin to the monger’s club med. This was a grand vision for the Angeles City Philippines entertainment scene, but like many such visions it became unfeasible when his partners pulled out and he no longer had access to their cash injections.

I like a few others was working for Richard the king of Angeles City Philippines at the time and looking back on those days it all seems a little surreal. His vision was a grand one for the Angeles City Philippines entertainment scene but it was unfeasible. However, giving credit where credit is due, Richard the King of Angeles City Philippines gave it a darn good try, albeit a misguided one.

Upon reflection I realize that Richard king of Angeles City Philippines, may not have been the first to try some of these things but he was certainly the first to try it on such a large and visible scale in Angeles City Philippines. If you ask me Richard was the first to ostentatiously attract public attention to Fields Avenue and the Angeles City Philippines bar scene. This of course had its upside and a significant downside, but at the end of the day, it was so typically Richard king of Angeles City Philippines. He was a man who never did anything by half measures and he exhibited a classic “boots and all” approach to the bar business. One example of this was when he hung a huge banner across what was then the empty parking lot next to the Blue Nile Executive Hotel Angeles City Philippines. On the banner it said, “over 1 million pesos in commission paid by the Blue Nile group Angeles City Philippines last month”. The thinking behind this was that this would draw the girls to work in his clubs, and secondly, this would attract potential investors who would see his clubs as being the busiest in Angeles City Philippines.

I remember once sitting in Neros Angeles City Philippines, talking with Ray Kelly who was looking in disgust at the slot machines and I asked him, “so what do you reckon about these new slot machines Ray”? He looked at me with feigned disinterest and replied, “mate it’s all bullshit. Richard has always tried to say how much money his Angeles City Philippines clubs make, because that makes it easier to hook an investor, but don’t tell me his clubs in Angeles City Philippines are making any money, because I don’t fucking believe it. What kind of fucking mug do you think I am mate”. Taciturn ‘Wee George’ had much the same opinion and he would often state in his broad Glaswegian accent, “this fucking mad Irish git is going to get us all fucking killed. Attracting this much attention in Angeles City Philippines just isn’t good, mark my words ladie”. In retrospect when considering Richards clubs in Angeles City Philippines were raided 4 separate times over the years, I think George may have had a valid point.

After Woody’s king Richard of Angeles City Philippines next project was the Tropicana Hotel and Mistys Bar. This was a step up for king Richard of Angeles City Philippines and to pull it off he needed an infusion of cash. So who did he turn to, you guessed it, none other than his old buddies from Thailand, the time share boys. Luckily for Richard the king od Angeles City Philippines these blokes were well healed and willing to invest substantial amounts to help him build the empire. After the Tropicana Hotel and Mistys in Angeles City Philippines, Richard acquired Cambodia and built Neros, then Blue Nile, then Blue Nile Executive, which were to become the undisputed premier bars in Angeles City Philippines. He was later to also acquire Bedrock as well as building Molly Malones and converting the decrepit old Tropicana into the brand new Blue Nile Executive Hotel Angeles City Philippines.

The effect Richard had on the Angeles City Philippines bar scene was substantial and he was to change it forever. His particular flamboyant, highly publicized style, was to some an exciting breath of fresh air for Angeles City Philippines whilst for others it was seen as smoke and mirrors, and bode nothing but bad for the future of Angeles City Philippines. To this day there are still two distinct schools of thought when it comes to Richards effect on the Angeles City Philippines bar scene. The first school of thought is in favor of the big bars, with the bright lights, loud music, ostentatious decorations, highly publicized events, exciting party atmosphere, high public profile in Angeles City Philippines, large stages literally overflowing with skinny hard bodied dancers, and underlying it all, the all pervasive smell of money.

The other school of thought is repelled by all of these factors and believes that the Angeles City Philippines bars should be small affairs, existing under the proverbial radar, and keeping a low public profile. For those in the second school they see an approach such as that of king of Angeles City Philippines Richards, as asking for trouble. They see the high profile as attracting unwanted attention from elements in Angeles City Philippines and Manila, they see it as rubbing it into the face of so called respectable Filipino society. They blame it for the raids in Angeles City Philippines bars, they blame it for price hikes and they blame it for the general feeling of cold commercialization that is the antithesis of the friendly laid back appeal, they associate with Angeles City Philippines bars. Indeed Richard opened the door for the groups such as Dollhouse and Wolfpack to “corporatize” the Angeles City Philippines bar scene, and in Fields Avenue at least, the days of a funky little scene where everybody knew everybody and the girlfriend experience dominated, are long gone. Nowadays it’s a big business, it’s commercialized, it’s “corporatized” and it was all started by Richard Agnew.

When it comes to King Richard of Angeles City Philippines approach I am somewhere in the middle, and once again sitting on the fence. Yes I see the points of his detractors and think some are valid, plus I certainly miss the days when Angeles City Philippines was a funky little town and the girlfriend experience was more common place. Having said that, I also realize that change in Angeles City Philippines is inevitable and I will give Richard his due. He certainly gave it a damned good try and being part of his vision in the early days was exciting, and great fun.

With six bars completed another one under construction, plus a hotel and restaurant,in Angeles City Philippines Richard had built quite an impressive empire. But being Richard this wasn’t enough and he was soon wheeling and dealing with PAGCOR trying to place slot machines in all his bars in Angeles City Philippines. For Richard the slot machines were a natural step in the evolution of his entertainment empire in Angeles City Philippines. For others they were the beginning of the end.

The problems with the slot machines were many and varied. Firstly to get the deal done Richard the King of Angeles City Philippines had to find some more money and this meant a new investor. The original investors weren’t interested in the slot machines and claimed they were still waiting to see a return on their original investment. It took Richard the king of Angeles City Philippines a while but he eventually found a big investor whom he was somewhat ironically introduced to by one of his old time share buddies and original investors. His friend did the introduction and Richard did the salesmanship. In the end this turned out to be a problem because with the new investor involved the dynamics of the relationship between the partners changed. The new investor actually wanted Richard to be accountable for the money and the original investors wanted to see a much bigger and more frequent return on their money invested in the Angeles City Philippines bar scene. Things eventually came to a head and the group split asunder. Richard the king of Angeles City Philippines was forced out and in the form of a golden handshake was given the hotel, Mistys, Cambodia and the still incomplete Golden Nile. In my opinion this was the beginning of the end for ling Richard of Angeles City Philippines, or perhaps I should say, the beginning of the end for Richards Angeles City Philippines empire.

I remember all to well the day the group split up. That night the new group in charge of Bedrock, Neros, Blue Nile, and Blue Nile Executive came into the Angeles City Philippines bars and bluntly informed the respective managers they were fired. Anyone whom in their mind they associated with Richard Agnew king of Angeles City Philippines was terminated on the spot. With this action I believe they sealed the fates of Bedrock, Neros, Blue Nile and Blue Nile Executive Angeles City Philippines. Some of the managers went onto work in other bars in Angeles City Philippines while three of them ended up working for Richard in Cambodia, waiting for Golden Nile Angeles City Philippines, to open up. Within less than two years Neros, Blue Nile and Blue Nile Executive Angeles City Philippines were sold, and in their place today is the much vaunted High Society.

It took another 8 or so months for Golden Nile Angeles City Philippines to be finished and with its completion came Richards Agnew’s last attempt at changing the face of Angeles City Philippines bar scene.

Here ends part 1 of Richard Agnew the king of Angeles.