I'm so worked up right now that I can't even be bothered to cleverly launch into today's column. So I apologise, but it's really not my fault; blame Bangkok's taxi drivers for depriving you of the witty introduction you've come to expect each week.
Yes, it has finally happened. This city's cabbies have managed to piss me off so much that I'm going to expose their evilness for the world to see... erm, or at least for the two people reading this (hi mum and dad!).
"What has happened to upset such a beautiful, charming, intelligent girl like yourself?" you may be sympathetically wondering, as you scramble to prepare a gift of chocolates, cash and Chanels to send my way to help ease my anguish.