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Stephen Leather <strong>Private</strong> <strong>Dancer</strong><br />
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This is where I played it just right. If I'd made off with the car he'd have got together with<br />
some other taxi drivers, beaten the shit out of me and then handed me over to the cops. So I drive<br />
off real slowly, just above walking pace, watching him in the mirror. He sees what I'm doing and<br />
comes haring after me, waving his arms and shouting. I let him run for a hundred yards or so,<br />
then I pull up and wind down the window. I smile. A big, big smile, Thai style. I give him a<br />
thumbs up. "Car okay," I say. "I car doctor. I fix."<br />
He looks at me. He smiles. He knows that I know. I know that he knows that I know. But I<br />
don't confront him with it, I don't rub his face in it. "Car okay?" he says.<br />
"Oh yes. No problem now. I fix."<br />
I get out of the driver's seat, and move into the back. He gets into the driver's seat, puts the car<br />
in gear and drives off. He smiles. "Okay now," he says, nodding approvingly.<br />
We drive all the way in without any more hassles. Now, the guy was right, of course: we hit<br />
traffic and it took us more than hour to cover three miles. And when he did finally drop me off, I<br />
gave him a huge tip. He smiled. I smiled. Face was saved on both sides. A situation that could<br />
have turned really nasty became an object lesson in how to get what you want in the Land of<br />
Smiles.<br />
Anyway, I liked Pete. He was a pleasant change from the expatriates you normally run into in<br />
Bangkok. Face it, most of the guys who choose to come to Thailand are thinking with their<br />
dicks, not their heads. It's different if they're sent here, then they come on a full expat package:<br />
accommodation, flights home, all the perks. But anyone who chooses to live here has to work on<br />
local terms, and that means shit money. Guys like Nigel. He pretends he's a wheeler-dealer, he's<br />
always on the verge of setting up his own company that's going to make him a fortune, but when<br />
all's said and done he's just here to get laid. I doubt he has much luck with women back in the<br />
UK because of his missing eye, but out here he can get laid every night of the week for the price<br />
of a decent bottle of Scotch. Pete was sent out by his company and that makes all the difference.<br />
You can see from the way he behaves in the bars, he barely notices the girls, he’s more interested<br />
in what I have to say. Nigel can't sit down without shoving his hand down some bird's bikini and<br />
he spends more time fondling them than he does drinking.<br />
I'm the same as Pete. I was running a handbag factory in Newcastle, and we'd started<br />
subcontracting some of our manufacturing to a couple of suppliers in Thailand. One of the Thai<br />
guys came over to see us and we got on like a house on fire. Saravoot his name was. Before he<br />
went back, he offered me a job running one of his factories outside Bangkok. I was divorced and<br />
the kids were grown up, so I thought what the hell.<br />
I’m still not sure how things are going to work out here. Saravoot's a nice enough guy, but<br />
sometimes he's a bit strange. I'm not quite sure how to explain it, but I can give you an example.<br />
His factory was way overstaffed. <strong>The</strong>re's a feeling out here that the more people you have<br />
working for you, the more important you are. Staff equals status. So Saravoot would take great<br />
pride in the fact that he had almost five hundred people working for him, even though the same<br />
amount of work could have been done by half that number if they worked efficiently. Now, one<br />
of the reasons that Saravoot brought me over to Bangkok was that he'd seen how we operated in<br />
Newcastle, and one of the first things I did was to draw up a proposal to restructure the sewing<br />
side that would pretty much double productivity. We had to let thirty people go, all of them<br />
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