Sunrise Tacos

OK, I'm gonna try to describe this mundane scene. Bear with me. It may not make sense on first read, but this is Bangkok in a nutshell.

It's 11pm. I'm sat at a table, in a courtyard of shops and eateries adjoining Sukhumvit Rd.

There's a DHL, a hairdresser, two Sunrise Tacos, a French-Thai and a Chinese among others. AND a very neon nightclub.

Furniture direct from the pre-IKEA black steel and faux-marble class of 1983 is arranged outdoors in the middle, amongst modern water features, tropical pot plants, Xmas decorations (snowmen? Really?) and some kind of jerry-built steel lattice that holds up what looks like a big sail, that presumably unfurls if the weather turns. Not sure if that ever happens. There's a matt black fan pointed over every table.

Did I mention that Sukhumvit Rd has four lanes of high speed traffic in each direction, and is impossible to cross? But that's OK, cos there's a huge concrete footbridge. Not that you notice it at first, what with the Sky Train whooshing overhead every few minutes.

It's like the Bladerunner set designed by giddy children after the jelly and ice cream has been served.

The people here are a mix. Tourists, locals, some eating, some sharing a hookah (mostly young Asian women) some NOT sharing a hooker (mostly old European men), and nearly everyone jabbing aimlessly at smartphones.

Screens everywhere are showing multiple live Premier League games that won't be broadcast in the UK till later on.

So what music should accompanying this? Obviously it's a Thai duo with acoustic guitars, a beatbox and bandanas trilling out phonetic approximations of Every Breath You Take and Don't Look Back In Anger.

Make sense? Nope.

Right.  Second half's started. Back to the screens...