Being Frank, Regrets I’ve Had a Few


Now, the end is near; And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I’ll say it clear, I’ll state my case, of which I’m certain.
I’ve lived a life that’s full. I’ve traveled each and every highway;

And more, much more than this, I did it my way.

I’ve always regretted an incident that happened on my very first trip to Thailand. I was staying in Pattaya and I’d been seeing a bar girl for about two weeks. Early one evening she was working at her bar and I was nearby in my hotel sleeping off an afternoons drinking session.

I was woken by a gentle tapping on my hotel room door. On answering, I was met by the sight of six badly clothed Thai adults and four equally distastefully attired children. Having not long returned from a holiday in Bulgaria where I had seen a fair few gypsies my mind somehow associated the Thai entourage with the Bulgarian travelling people. 

Regrets, I’ve had a few; But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do. And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course; Each careful step along the byway,
But more, much more than this, I did it my way.

I was greeted with some rapid fire Thai to which I returned “No thank you I don’t want to buy anything.” Another rapid fire burst came from the elder adult and I replied back louder and in a more terse tone  ” Just bloody well bugger off or I’ll call the hotel manager,” and slammed the door shut rather loudly.

I made a mental note for the next morning to buy a gallon of milk and a big bucket, because it must of taken a hell of a lot of cats to drag that lot up three flights of stairs. I went back to my bed and nodded off again feeling pretty pleased that I’d seen off the Thai version of the wooden clothes peg sellers.

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew. When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall; And did it my way.

A much louder banging noise replaced the slight tapping one to wake me again a little while later. I hurried to my hotel room door, wrenched it open and was about too bellow at the top of my voice “Why don’t you lot bugger off and leave me alone,” when I noticed a very familiar bar girl stood there on her own. The following conversation took place.

Me: Hello there darling, I was coming to see you soon.

Cute bar girl: Why you angry too much.

Me: I’m not angry, I’m happy to see you.

Cute bar girl: My family knock your door and they say you look angry too much.

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried. I’ve had my fill; my share of losing.
And now, as tears subside, I find it all so amusing.
To think I did all that; And may I say – not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me, I did it my way.

Showered and dressed I headed down in the hotel lift to the bar and restaurant area. I was met with the sight of 12 very quiet Thai people and one confused cute bar girl sat patiently waiting for me. When you’ve dug yourself a hole this deep or in this case a well, only a few thousand baht and a good meal can sort it. A few thousand baht later and everything was fine.

I’ve always regretted that incident. Over the following two years the cute bar girl turned out to be one heck of a lady and her family not quite John Boy and the Walton’s, but nonetheless really nice people. Regrets I’ve had a few. I’ll leave it at that and hand you back over to Frank.

For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels; And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows. And did it my way!

Sorry about the grey text between the marvellous words. My apologies to Paul Anka and Frank Sinatra but I just had to do it my way, I couldn’t help it.


My Way lyrics  written by Paul Anka

Photograph     Frank Sinatra & Gene Kelly   by © sugarbarre

Photograph      Frank Sinatra     by © hiker083



I'm a sixty-year-old Englishman living in the town of Swindon in rural Wiltshire and I have a real deep desire to retire in Thailand one day. If you don't have a dream then you won't have a dream come true.

8 Responses

  1. Mike says:

    Martyn, thats a “cute” story, but I feel there is something missing you know like a happy ending! Or am I missing the point, which knowing me is quite possible.

    Mike’s last blog post..Plane Make Rain!

  2. martin in bulgaria says:

    Hik Martyn,
    Shit happens as they say. At least you were Frank with them!
    It could have been worse, you might have needed clothes pegs!

    martin in bulgaria’s last blog post..Correct Footwear For Shopping in Bulgaria

  3. winters SEO says:

    Have you noticed, your way always seems to involve a certain amount of embarrassment.

    And alcohole.

  4. Malcolm says:

    Martyn , I really have to hand it to you, you sure know how to tell a good story, and even it was not a good story to begin with, it will be by the time you finish . I could almost see it in my minds eye .Thanks for the song in between the gray stuff , brought back a lot of memories , I grew up with these two singers and writers and their early music, probably before you were even a twinkle in your Moms eye , I loved their music then, and still love it now . Loved all the grey stuff in between the lyrics too , keep em coming, and don’t forget to turn off the karoke machine before you go to bed. ha ha Malcolm

    Malcolm’s last blog post..FENCES

  5. Hoo Don says:

    Mike – I am not totally sure what you mean but I will give it a go at explaining. Two years later the story had a very sad ending but one I have decided to never tell. The cute bar girl would have been the central character in the follow on to The Beginning Part Two but I have decided not to take that story any further due to the above.

    This post was just about my regret over an embarrassing incident back in 1999 when the girl sent her family up to my room to meet me. I just wanted to document her in some way out of respect to someone who gave me two happy years of my life. I thought the short story fitted well with the song.

    Martin – Very funny and thanks for the laugh.

    Winters SEO – Your spelling of alcohole could be misread as asshole, what are you trying to say.

    Malcolm – Glad I brought back some happy memories for you. Thanks for your lovely comment.

  6. Marcus says:

    A great song with some great lyrics. The new lyrics not to bad either.

  7. Mike says:

    HD just read the beginning part 2-thanks.

    Mike’s last blog post..Local Transport Thailand (2)

  8. *lynne* says:

    oooooopsss!! That was certainly an awkward situation! … but then again, how on earth were you and they supposed to communicate with each other?? Of *course* miscommunication was going to happen!! :p

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