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The Monkey’s Paw

September 30, 2012

Hugh Paxton’s Blog loves ghost stories. Anibalan of Ghost Cities blog fame has reminded me of this classic. I shall terrify my daughter with it later this evening while the thunder rumbles, the lightning slices the dark skies and the Thai monsoon rains rattle the roof and shudder the windows.

Thanks to Anibalan for this! Cheers!


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The Monkey’s Paw

by anilbalan

William Wymark Jacobs (1863-1943) was born in London and spread his literary talent widely as a journalist, humourist, dramatist and novelist. He became popular with readers for a series of tales about the lives of seamen, but in 1902 wrote The Monkey’s Paw, a horror story which has been filmed, adapted for radio and television, and is probably one of the most anthologised stories in English literature. The story is based on the famous setup, in which three wishes are granted. In the story, the paw of a dead monkey is a talisman that grants its possessor three wishes, but they come with an enormous price for interfering with fate. The story has been adapted into other media many times, including a one-act play that was performed in 1907 at Broadway’s Lyceum Theatre. There were also film adaptations in the silent era, notably the infamous 1933 version directed by Ernest B Schoedsack, a lost film whose mysterious disappearance has been debated for decades. An updated version of the story was then featured in a 1965 episode of The Alfred Hitchcock Hour. Most recently, director Ricky Lewis Jr. adapted the story into a partially animated horror short in 2011. What is it about The Monkey’s Paw that has made it so irresistible to adaptors in the century-plus since its publication?

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Latest Wldlife Crime News Round-up: August 2012

September 28, 2012

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On 28 July 2012, 85 pangolins, packed in 14 sacks, were intercepted by the Indonesian Police at a bus station in Medan in North Sumatra province. About 80% were still alive, which were aimed to be released back to the wild, in cooperation with the natural resources conservation agency.
Source: france24

On 4 August 2012, a joint team from officers of the Pontianak Conservation of Natural Resources, Jagoi Babang Conservation Resort of Natural Resources, Jagoi Babang marine resources and fisheries surveillance office (P2SDKP), Jagoi Babang Fish Quarantine, and Jagoi Babang Police, confiscated 3,900 turtle eggs in Pontianak, West Kalimantan, which were bound for Sarawak.
Source: theborneopost

On 9 August 2012, the Agricultural Quarantine Agency (BKP) Class I Jambi confiscated 58 Murai Batu (white-rumped shamas) birds in Pontianak, West Kalimantan, which were bound for Palembang, South Sumatra.
Source: tempointeractive

On 14 August 2012, authorities seized endangered animal pelts, which include the pelt of a Sumatran tiger and a Javan leopard, during a raid on a house in Cilandak, South Jakarta. Four people were arrested, and will be charged with trading in protected animal parts under the 1990 Natural Resources Conservation Law, for which offenders could get up to five years in prison and up to Rp 100 million (USD 10,500) in fines.
Source: thejakartaglobe

On 17 July 2012, police confiscated stuffed animals, which included 14 tigers, 2 leopards, 1 clouded leopard, 1 lion, 3 bears and 1 tapir, 2 sacks full of tiger pelts, a stuffed tiger head and 4 mounted deer heads from a suspected taxidermist in Depok. The suspect has been charged under the Natural Resources Conservation Law and faces up to 5 years in prison.
Source: thejakartaglobe

Save Angel Sharks from Extinction

September 27, 2012

Here’s another petition! They just keep on coming! And I keep on signing them!

But that’s probably just me! If it’s you, too, please sign!

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The Canary Islands are a last stronghold for angel sharks. If the government doesn’t act now to protect them, they could go extinct.

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Dear Hugh,

If you had dreams of seeing the Mediterranean monk seal on your next trip to the Canary Islands — tough luck. Poor ocean management has driven his incredibly rare species from the islands’ waters. Now, thanks to tolerance of destructive fishing systems, the Canary Islands may lose one of the rarest sharks too.

The Canary Islands are one of the last known habitats of the angel shark, a reclusive, critically endangered species. But overfishing, particularly, large-scale bottom trawling, threatens to eradicate them just for short-term profits.

The government of the Canary Islands has the power determine whether angel sharks survive or go the way of the dodo bird. The government must think long term and invest in ocean conservation now. We can’t let them make the wrong decision.

Tell Canary Island government officials to stop destructive practices and save the angel shark before it’s too late.

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Oh No! Catholic Priests Again!

September 27, 2012

Hugh Paxton’s Blog hasn’t been surprised by certain accusations against catholic priests. Temptation is all around us.

But what the hell do some Filipino priests think they are doing by getting involved in the international ivory trade?

This is totally out of orders!

A few (number unknown) Filipino priests are being investigated for not just facilitating the illegal smuggling of elephant ivory but also suggesting additional smuggling routes, carvers, and…God Help Us! …loads of money going to the priests. How did these men of God become entangled in this web of lies and African elephant murder?

It’s probably time for a bit of confession.

“Father forgive me for I have sinned…I ‘m involved in porn, ivory smuggling, poaching, anything that I can get my hands on because I am a sinner.”

That’s alright my son. Say ten Hail Marys and don’t do it again.

Hugh Paxton’s Blog is grossly offended by this insult to many people’s trust in religion and its spiritual guides and leaders!

Let’s make this current legal action against the ivory trading priests more damning and their confession a bit more public.

The elephants lost their lives and their tusks. These priests should, at the very least, lose their livelihoods and their frocks.



Thai Days: Colour clash

September 27, 2012

Hugh Paxton’s Blog notes with little surprise the meeting of hearts and minds not to mention fists and faces that accompanied the assembly outside the Crime Suppression Division (CSD) in Bangkok yesterday.

Red Shirts. Remember them? They tried to burn down central Bangkok.

Yellow Shirts. Remember them? They occupied the international airport for weeks.

Multi-coloured Shirts. You have probably never heard of them – the multi-coloured shirts never really seized the global media eye. They stood for peace and reconciliation. All these shirts converged at the CSD yelled at each other before fighting commenced. Scores were injured. See for a photo gallery. My favourite shot is a multi-coloured shirt doing a snappy bit of kick boxing. I guess peace and reconciliation may have become temporarily eclipsed by the sudden and thoroughly understandable urge to kick box some Red Shirt butt. “It looks to me like they had a quarrel,” commented one perceptive CSD police officer. Those who weren’t arrested or hospitalized separated and then spent two hours hurling insults at each other from both sides of the street before heavy rain (and a flood) stopped play. The Bangkok Post header notes that unity remains “elusive”.

BLOG ED NOTE: I should have posted this one yesterday. The brawl happened on Tuesday.

Thai Days: No, I haven’t learned Thai. My Computer did it for me!

September 25, 2012

Hugh Paxton’s Blog pressed a button on my new computer (my old faithful just blew up) – et tu computus! –  and the blog was translated into Thai. A nifty trick! But not helpful!

If you start receiving blogs in Thai, fear not! English will be resumed as soon as possible! If you have just received this blog in Thai

1. I’ve no idea what it’s saying but if involves sexual partners or advantageous marriages then it has nothing to do with me.

2. The same goes for discount airline deals, drugs, kilos of discount viagra and hopping brothels.

Yes, a bit dull. Sorry. I was just being English and moaning about the weather.

Cheers from Hugh in Bangkok


Hugh in Bangkok


Thai Days: Aquathons! And taxi drivers!

September 25, 2012

Today my daughter had her school’s Aquathon. It’s quite tough. Eight laps in an Olympic pool followed by running round a sports field the size of Kentucky. Five times.

Understandably she wasn’t that keen to go to school.

I watched a rather wretched looking daughter bracing herself for the school bus and said, “I hate these things but if you are brave and can make it, I’ll go down to Thong Lo and buy you a prize.”

She bravely mounted the bus and off she was gone. Thus began my own Aquathon. I grabbed an umbrella that wouldn’t open then exploded in my face while I was fiddling with it in the minibus.

Thais are used to white men behaving strangely and the grim battle with the umbrella was politely ignored. A German chap, who had caught the wrong bus and who was a bit new to Bangkok kept, politely, asking “Are we there yet? Where are we?”

The driver dropped me off in a seething river that should have been a street.

I was knee deep from moment one and the umbrella was still up and umbrella-ing so I thought yes, nothing ventured, nothing gained. I’ll wade ahead! If my daughter can make eight laps in an Olympic pool I can handle a bit of raw sewage and reach Sukhumvit!

This part of town has a large Japanese community and they all had really good golf umbrellas. Big ones. And they worked! The bastards!

Mine was from England and you would think an English umbrella might make an effort! It’s had plenty of practice!

I waded along and was delighted to see that lots of other people didn’t have any umbrellas at all.

I managed to reach a shop, bought something to justify the expedition, but the prospect of buying an Aquathon prize for my daughter from the Emporium looked suicidal. I hailed a taxi. Hailed a few more. Nobody was stopping and I couldn’t blame them. There were shrieks. A Thai girl had just fallen down a pothole. Purses were bobbing past.

The Robin Hood Pub’s lights glowed invitingly across the torrent . So near. And yet so far.

Then, joy, salvation! A taxi driver swamped me in muck and sank to a halt. I swam in and my Aquathon began properly.

The driver was built like a bullet and was a persistent fellow. Left, right, straight ahead -everywhere I looked motorbikes were going down. Sliding past. Being hauled out of grey whirlpools. Cars were giving up the ghost. The streets were jammed. My chap cursed and his car thumped and he changed lots of gears and at one point his cab floated. A bit later it was knocked about by waves. I felt as if I was in a boat. My feet flooded. Along with his car.

But he was a man who wanted to finish his mission and although it took two hours, he did.

My Aquathon was over! His was only beginning. He’d have to get his car back to high ground.

Thai taxi drivers! Those who are about to drown we salute you!

Cheers! Hugh in Bangkok!

PS I gave him one helluva, rather soggy, tip! I’m hoping he used it to buy a berth in a multi-storey car park (6th floor) and some steaming hot noodles. And my daughter came last in the swimming but second in the terrestrial marathon. She’s got the right idea. Stay out of the water! And run like hell!

Thai Days: Are you pleased to see me or is that a Slow Loris in your underpants?

September 17, 2012

Hugh Paxton’s Blog finds airport security measures baffling. My toothpaste gets confiscated, my water gets confiscated, nobody’s got round to draining my blood or other body fluids yet, but anything liquid is a high ‘war on terror’ priority.

Sticking a primate in your underpants by contrast is of little concern to Thai security personnel.

In a way I can understand their lapse.

Drugs, bombs, sharp objects, potentially lethal tubes of toothpaste and bottles of water are all terrors to watch for, but instruction manuals are behind the times when it comes to  underpants and wildlife therein.

A slow loris is an Asian primate. Nocturnal. Small. Huge eyes that make it look cute. Very sharp teeth that enable it to snag then crush its food.

After having his water confiscated a man was frisked for toothpaste and then successfully made it on to a flight to India from Bangkok with a slow loris nuzzling his genitals. He had two accomplices, one of whom had another slow loris (but he panicked and stuffed it into a dustbin).

Hamad al Dhaheri, Mohammed al Shamsi and Rashid al Shamsi were hoping to get their slow loris to Dubai on a connecting flight.

Bangkok-New Delhi-Dubai. Blimey! That’s quite a trek without a slow loris in your underpants.

The Indian officials noticed a suspicious bulge in trousers and the three men had some explaining to do. The guy with the slow loris in his Y fronts had even more explaining to do.

They aren’t the first to stick Thai wild life where the sun doesn’t shine.

Over to Andrew Biggs:

“This is not the first time men have been caught with writhing crotches. Customs officials recently caught an Indian man at Mumbai’s main airport with 10 turtles in his underwear – what kind of bulge does that create?”  

The turtles came from Thailand, too.



Made in America but not Made by America

September 14, 2012

Hugh Paxton’s Blog finds hysteric Islamists really stupid. A lot of really stupid Arabs are attacking US properties protesting about a film that offends Islam. My guess is none of these yelling moronic people have seen the movie.

What these violent over-excited fools fail to notice or comprehnd is that America is not a unified entity or an organized ants nest. If somebody in America makes a movie or a documentary or decides to burn the Koran, they aren’t representing America. They are representing themselves. It isn’t America doing it. It’s an American doing it. There’s a huge difference.

Thai Days: A heart rending story – I want to Join the Army when my Leg Grows Back

September 14, 2012

Hugh Paxton’s Blog is not new to terrible things. I’ve seen lots of them first hand, mostly in Africa. In a way I have become a bit brutal and callous.  But this story really made me sad.

The deep south of Thailand has been the victim of an Islamist insurgency for a number of years. The insurgent’s motives still befuddle me. What do they want? Sharia law? Become an independent nation? Join Malaysia? Revenge killings for Thai army mistakes?  These scumbags have never organised themselves sufficiently to produce a manifesto.

They have, instead, on an almost daily basis launched cowardly attacks on teachers, Buddhist monks, nurses, the armed forces and anybody who gets in the way.

A little boy got in their way by accidentally stepping on a road side bomb. It blew one of his legs off.

The boy, speaking from his hospital bed said that he’d like to go back to school when his leg grew back then he’d like to join the Thai army because it helped his family in last year’s floods.

Doctors  are currently explaining that legs don’t grow back. And that he’ll never be able to join the Thai army and save people from floods. Muslim clerics were weeping by his bed. The scenario was foul.

91 insurgents handed themselves in to Thai authorities the day before. Hard line Islamic insurgents are still planting bombs for people whose legs won’t grow back.  The bastards!

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