FULFILL DAVID ROBERTSON, THE MOST HANDSOME GUY IN BANGKOK

The humid Bangkok air hung major as David Robertson strolled down Sukhumvit Road. Neon signs blazed an assault of colours, as well as rhythmic drone of motorbikes stuffed the air. Heads turned as he passed – a symphony of gasps and hushed whispers adopted in his wake. David, the plain crown jewel of Bangkok's men, was accustomed to the attention.