forbidden to work more than ten hours a month, told to switch off his mobile
phone at 4 pm and stop ‘over-servicing’ British citizens.
|(no toilets but bullet proof glass)|
investigative journalist Andrew Drummond ‘a wide berth – because he is not on
our side’ and made to operate out of an office with no toilet facilities, but
with the required bullet proof glass booth.
sometimes hilarious account of his work in Pattaya – from where a third of all
Britain’s Consular issues and problems in Thailand come… all on a stipend of just £2000 a year.
to ‘go slow’ and dealt perhaps more than anyone else with the problems of ‘Brits
in the sh*t’ in Thailand (as he refers to them, an expression I think he might
have heard journalists use) all on a stipend of 2000 baht a month.
how he got mugged by lady boys, while on His Majesty’s Service, and was hounded by
News of the World reporters following a false lead.
Archer, who perjured himself over his dealing with a prostitute. While the
British press were on a wild hunt for him he was quaffing whisky and playing a bad hand at Chez Kenyon.
dismissed after a loaded and unregistered gun was found in her car. Had she had
enough of whining Brits?
Consular Section is spot on. I maintained a very good relationships privately
with the right people in the Embassy for years – so much so that the Drugs
Liaison officer sold me his company Rover car at a knockdown price.
Embassy official witness as the tiny little flagpole at the front was removed.
(Obviously this car was not much good for surveillance and what Britain’s civil
service dictates goes, so he actually used a Japanese model with false plates)
|Michael Stacpoole (right) paying off Monica Coghlan at Victoria station, London|
least two of the former DCI’s I know back in the UK are now Chief Constables.
They will talk to me but getting ordinary police, below Chief Super, to talk nowadays other than through a
Press office is a bit like calling the Embassy on Friday afternoon and
expecting an answer. As for the press office – its best to talk to people in London who are not so paranoic.
as one of , if not the, best investigative journalists in South East Asia, but I think he meant the oldest.
is a Scots born journalist based in Bangkok to whom many expats in Thailand owe
a great deal whether they know it or not
|Stacpoole liked to have fun|
caution misunderstands what the journalist is doing. Andrew exposes what he knows to be wrong. On his website he
will attack embassy personnel, business personalities and fraud’s and fakers of
any kind if the story needs telling and he has the documentary evidence to
back up his claims…..and he has never yet lost a legal case (as far as I know).”
called Leena and her mum were left destitute when her father a minor British actor, died in a hotel while on a ‘trip to
his Thai wife and cute daughter? This was one of Barry’s first jobs and Barry
turned up in shorts and a colourful shirt to deal with the issue. (For what happened you will have to read the book then warn your Thai wives.)
Barry in turn was criticized by the Embassy for stepping into the limelight. ‘Its not cricket’ he says he was told, as he continued to strive to adjust the image of Embassy officials as chinless gin drinking wonders down to gay street cred..
the amazing behind the scenes private efforts he was making for Britons in Pattaya –
well above the guidelines he was given by the Embassy- prior to his retirement. But, of course, he has had to face a butt of criticism too I suspect. It goes with the job.
‘just give everybody the British Embassy number’ when the number was often not
net in all its glory – but Facebook or Twitter won’t help the Brit who is mugged and lost
everything including his passport, or bereaved relatives. But that’s progress.
from one or two mugshots (not the one above) all I could find was surveillance photos of his home and car
from an investigation I was able to knock very quickly years ago.
Any thought that you can get a visa for a Thai girlfriend by clearing with a friend at the Embassy (as I have done in the past. I even let the Deputy Head of Mission dance with mine… dance only mind) you can just forget. – but he does concede that what help you get does still tend to rest on who you are.