The thoughts of a fellow night traveller: One of the joys of doing this column is the interaction from some readers. Granted there are a couple who appear to possess the intelligence of a dead wombat, but most offer interesting feedback. A recent respondent sent in one of the better commentaries I have received and I will quote much of it as it certainly reflects much of what many others seem to be experiencing and thinking. Note: parts have been edited for brevity. 
‘A few nights ago I went out and noticed the definite decline in the numbers of “sexy mans” walking the streets of our fair metropolis not to mention frequenting the many entertainment establishments. It was, therefore, with some confusion I entered Club Blu (Soi Buakhow). After ordering and receiving my drink I was immediately treated to "I ignore you long time". I admit I hadn't been here in a while and wanted to see how things were going. One thing that immediately jumped out at me was I was the only "pappa" in the place. Everyone else was in their mid 20's to late 30's. I am in my mid-fifties, not Tom Cruise but not Quasimodo either. I'm well dressed and of the quiet type. In the past there were always a few of us "older" folk around. I must have missed the memo. There were at least a half dozen cuties standing/sitting behind me and as I attempted to make eye contact they averted theirs eyes, started talking to their neighbours, or appeared bored. I've lived here long enough to know not to waste my time much less my hard earned resources in pursuing a course of action leading to a lady's drink. I finished mine and left. I had read the old Taboo bar in the Covent Garden area off Walking Street had reopened as Sin City. I went there as I had enjoyed myself in Taboo in the past. The prices of the drinks had "improved" from 65 baht in Taboo to the new and improved price of 95 baht for a draught beer (very small glass).  Then there was the "talent". Where do they get these zombies? There were about 20 dancers trying mightily NOT to make eye contact with any of the few customers in the place. They all had that vacant "1,000-yard stare". Pity really, since more than a few were attractive looking. Again I finished my drink and left.’