The stalls are going up in the late afternoon sun, the Rolexes and the pirate DVDs are being hawked with gentle humour. The go-go bars in the garish sidestreets off Bangkok’s Sukhumvit Road are opening for business.
As neon lights flicker into life, the good-time girls fix each others’ make-up and sip cokes, waiting for dark and their working day to begin.
Damian Osborne is after copies of The Wire before he leaves for home, London, in the morning.
“I’ve heard about all the trouble, but it has’t really affected me,” he says. “I’ve heard about it, and I’ve heard the explosions, but I’m keeping away from it. We thought about not coming, but the person who was organising the trip said the protest had been going on for ages and it was pretty peaceful, so we figured it would be all right.”