harry nicholaides is out of prison, where he'd been sent for the crime of lese-majeste, insulting the thai royalty.
i really haven't had much sympathy for the guy thus far anyway. i figure when in rome, don't fuck off the romans. when i was in turkey, i didn't smoke hashish, and though i was once asked for id by a policeman who thought i might have been a russian prostitute, other than that i played it very carefully. i didn't criticise turkey, and i didn't call ataturk anything other than a Very Nice Man and didn't refer to public transport in terms using adjectives other than Reliable, Punctual and Efficient.
you find out about a country, their rules, laws, social norms etc, and you don't fuck around.
nicholaides, it seems, fucked around.
so then on the weekend, he was released after getting a royal pardon and having to bow down before a picture of the king.
and then also on the weekend, yesterday, we learn that he had mentioned the lese-majeste caper as a way of getting published. create notoreity and publicity, get published and sell more than 7 books.
there is something so pathetic about this dude.
first, he's got no hair.
second, he only sold 7 books.
third, he fell into a sewer or something half an hour before he heard news of his pardon.
fourth, his mum had a stroke a few weeks ago and can't talk so he has to try and catch up with her. at least she's alive; it could have been worse.
so, am i the only one to have lost patience with this whiny person quite a while ago?
hen, a friend comes out and says that he had said he might do the lese-majeste thing. if this is true, nicholaides knew about it, he knew the possible consequences, and he planned to use it to get famous.
and now he's going to write a book about his trials and tribulations in thailand.
of course he is.