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From Morlum to Mohawk Thai punk version

18/08/2026

From Morlam to Mohawks: จากหมอลำมาโมฮอค
When a Thai Guy Accidentally Walked into Britain’s Loudest Family Reunion

I’m the Thai guy who moved to Blackpool…

Thinking Britain was all about tea…

Polite people…

And old ladies feeding pigeons.

Then one weekend…

Someone said…

“You should check out the Rebellion Festival.”

I thought…

“Oh nice…

Probably a historical exhibition.

Maybe people are rebelling against high Council Tax.”

No…

No, my friends.

It was…

THE BIGGEST PUNK FESTIVAL IN THE WORLD.

I arrived wearing…

A nice polo shirt.

Clean trainers.

Hair neatly combed.

Looking like I was going to Tesco.

Then suddenly…

Thousands of people appeared.

Mohawks…

Leather jackets…

Chains…

Safety pins…

Tattoos everywhere.

One guy had green hair.

Another had blue hair.

One lady looked like she’d lost a fight with a sewing machine…

And somehow won.

Back in Thailand…

If my mother saw this…

She’d immediately call every temple in the province.

At first I was terrified.

In Thailand…

If twenty people dressed like this walked toward you…

You’d probably cross the road.

In Blackpool…

They’re just queuing politely for coffee.

One huge tattooed man smiled.

“Morning mate.”

I nearly apologised.

Why is the scariest-looking person…

The nicest human being in Lancashire?

Meanwhile…

The guy wearing a business suit…

Walked past me…

Didn’t even say hello.

Britain is confusing.

Back home…

At a Morlam festival…

Everyone dances together.

Some auntie is selling grilled chicken.

Someone is carrying sticky rice.

Someone’s uncle is already singing…

Even though nobody gave him a microphone.

Children are running around.

Grandma is dancing better than TikTok influencers.

Now…

Welcome to Punk Festival.

Nobody has sticky rice.

Nobody has grilled chicken.

But somehow…

Everybody has leather trousers.

The music starts…

People jump into each other.

I’m screaming…

“They’re fighting!”

My British friend says…

“No…

They’re having fun.”

HAVING FUN??

In Thailand…

If fifty people ran into each other like that…

Someone would call the police.

Here…

It’s called…

“The front row.”

Then I started thinking…

Maybe punk isn’t about looking angry.

Maybe…

It’s about freedom.

Back in the 1970s…

Young British people didn’t have much money.

Jobs were disappearing.

The country felt stuck.

So instead of buying expensive fashion…

They made their own.

Safety pins.

Old boots.

DIY haircuts.

Loud guitars.

The message was simple.

“You don’t need permission to be yourself.”

Meanwhile…

Thai teenagers…

Usually rebel by…

Growing their hair two centimetres longer than school rules.

Different countries.

Same parents shouting.

The amazing thing…

Nobody cared where I came from.

Nobody asked…

“What school did you go to?”

“How much money do you earn?”

“What car do you drive?”

They asked…

“You having a good time?”

That’s it.

The loudest people…

Were actually the friendliest.

One man with a giant skull tattoo…

Spent fifteen minutes explaining where to buy the best fish and chips.

I trusted him immediately.

He looked like he’d survived three apocalypses.

Then it hit me.

Morlam and Punk…

Are actually cousins.

Morlam tells stories about ordinary people.

Punk shouts stories about ordinary people.

Morlam says…

“Life is hard…

Let’s dance.”

Punk says…

“Life is hard…

PLAY IT LOUDER!”

Different guitars.

Same heart.

I tried dressing like everyone else.

Bought a leather jacket.

Found some old boots.

Tried standing with attitude.

Looked in the mirror…

I didn’t look like a punk.

I looked like…

A Thai electrician who got lost on the way to work.

So if you ever come to Blackpool…

And you see thousands of people with colourful hair…

Don’t be scared.

Walk in.

Smile.

Say hello.

You’ll probably meet some of the kindest people in Britain.

Because sometimes…

The people who look the most rebellious…

Are simply celebrating the freedom to be themselves.

And if you ever see one confused Thai guy…

Standing in the middle of the crowd…

Holding a camera phone…

Accidentally nodding along to punk music…

While secretly wishing someone was selling grilled chicken and sticky rice…

Come and say hello you will appear in my video clips next year.

I’ll probably still be trying to work out…

Whether I’m at a music festival…

Or Britain’s loudest family reunion.

And remember…

In Thailand, we celebrate with Morlam.

In Blackpool, they celebrate with Mohawks.

Different hairstyles…

Same happy people.

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Finally is my day off, it's time to clean the cooker hood

16/08/2026

Sunday Roast

16/08/2026

Thai in Britain with the World Dancing from the Netherlands 🇳🇱

How I Accidentally Entered a British Religious Ceremony

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Welcome back to Thai in Britain

The podcast where we help Thai people understand Britain

One confusing tradition at a time

Today I want to talk about my first Sunday Roast

Now when I first moved from Thailand to Blackpool

People kept asking me the same question

What are you doing Sunday

I said

Probably working

Maybe cleaning the house

Maybe watching YouTube

They looked horrified

One British friend grabbed my shoulder and said

No

You need a Sunday Roast

The way he said it made me think I was missing an important immigration requirement

Like a visa interview

Or a citizenship test

I didn’t realize at the time that Sunday Roast isn’t just lunch

It is Britain’s unofficial national religion

So Sunday arrived

And I went to the pub

The first thing I noticed

Everybody had booked in advance

The pub was fuller than a Bangkok shopping mall during a sale

Families

Grandparents

Dogs

Babies

Everyone seemed to be participating in a weekly ceremony

I sat down

A waitress appeared

And asked the most difficult question I had faced since moving to Britain

Beef

Chicken

Pork

Lamb

Or nut roast

I panicked

Back in Thailand if you cannot decide you simply order everything

Apparently this is not the correct answer

Then the plate arrived

And immediately I knew this was no ordinary meal

It looked like a construction project

There was meat

Potatoes

Vegetables

And a giant Yorkshire pudding

At first I thought it was dessert

Then I thought it was bread

Then I thought maybe it was a bowl

Nobody explained anything

The Yorkshire pudding sat there like a giant edible mystery

I watched everybody else

They seemed to know exactly what to do

Like members of a secret society

One man poured gravy into the Yorkshire pudding

Another placed vegetables inside it

A child used it as a potato storage facility

Apparently all answers were correct

Then came the gravy

As a Thai person I thought

More sauce equals more happiness

So I poured gravy everywhere

The meat

The potatoes

The vegetables

The plate disappeared beneath a flood

The British people at my table looked concerned

Not angry

Concerned

Like they were witnessing a natural disaster

One whispered

Bit much gravy that

Bit much gravy

My plate looked like the River Thames

Then I discovered another strange British tradition

The side dishes

There was cauliflower cheese

Extra potatoes

Vegetables

Everything was shared

But nobody grabbed anything directly

People passed dishes around the table in a complicated ballet performance

Pass

Pivot

Thank you

Pass

Pivot

Thank you

Meanwhile I was reaching across like I was at a Thai wedding buffet

Apparently that is not the British way

Then came the final roast potato

Only one remained

The entire table knew it

Nobody touched it

Everyone pretended not to see it

For ten minutes the potato sat alone

Like an abandoned child

I finally asked

Does nobody want the potato

Silence

The room became tense

I later learned there is an invisible British rule

Taking the final roast potato without permission is basically a declaration of war

Someone must first say

Go on then

You have it

Only then can the potato legally change ownership

Then came the conversation

I noticed nobody was discussing politics

Nobody was discussing work

Nobody was arguing

People talked about weather

Dogs

Holidays

Garden fences

The safest topics known to humanity

I asked why

A British friend explained

Nobody wants a family argument before dessert

This made perfect sense

Then came the bill

Back in Thailand one person often pays

Or everyone transfers money later

In Britain there is an entire mathematical system

Rounds

Shares

Who bought drinks

Who ordered dessert

Who still owes three pounds and twenty seven pence

By the end of the calculation I felt like I needed an accounting degree

Finally people began leaving

Slowly

Very slowly

Nobody rushed

Everyone thanked the staff

Everyone thanked each other

Everyone waddled toward the exit carrying approximately three kilograms of roast potatoes inside their stomach

And that’s when I understood

Sunday Roast isn’t really about food

The food is just the excuse

The real purpose is bringing people together

Family

Friends

Neighbours

Everyone gathering around one table

Eating too much

Laughing too much

And forgetting about life for a few hours

Of course as a Thai person

I still think somebody should add chilli sauce

But perhaps that is a conversation for another episode

So if you have just moved to Blackpool

And someone invites you for a Sunday Roast

Do not be afraid

Remember these simple rules

Respect the Yorkshire pudding

Do not flood the plate with gravy

Ask permission before taking the final roast potato

And never underestimate the seriousness of British lunch traditions

Because what looks like a simple meal

Is actually one of the most important cultural experiences in the United Kingdom

Thank you for listening to Thai in Britain

And remember

You have not truly become British