Anybody got a dime? Somebody's gotta go back and get a shitload a' dimes.
Sorry sorry sorry, not written anything in a wee while but been busy being a tour guide.
Saturday was rainy. Really horrible. Looking out with bleary eyed I shuddered at the thought of getting the bus to Seoul, then around Seoul, then to the airport, then back to Seoul. All in the Scottish style rain, it seems that the weather wasn't brought by Claire, she forwarded it on so that she didn't get homesick on arrival.
Saturday was rainy. Really horrible. Looking out with bleary eyed I shuddered at the thought of getting the bus to Seoul, then around Seoul, then to the airport, then back to Seoul. All in the Scottish style rain, it seems that the weather wasn't brought by Claire, she forwarded it on so that she didn't get homesick on arrival.
I have never been a fan of airports. Whenever I say this people say something along the lines of 'but you haven't been to Schipol airport, its beautiful', or 'actually I really like the airport in Milan/Paris/Tokyo/blah blah blah'. These people are liars.
This is why - the whole idea of an airport should be that it is a place to go so you can get on a plane and go to another city/country. The reality is that it is a huge inescapable prison cell that you are put in for a duration pretty much uncontrolled by you. How shall I spend my time while waiting? I'll go outside... No I can't (if you are waiting you can go outside but there is nothing to see or do as airports are miles away from anywhere, if you are flying you are just plain not allowed outside). I know what I'll do; I'll spend my time wandering around shops that sell things I have little use for and only really buy because that's what people buy (perfume/aftershave, trinkets, books with a Greek character in the name - The Omega Experience, The Alpha Tunnel).
Or I can sit and read a book/magazine. The problem with this is that it seems forced, like at school when they tell you to read 20 pages by tomorrow. You may really enjoy the book, but the idea of someone (or circumstance) telling you that it's what you should be doing it takes all the pleasure out of it.
And everything is expensive.
And nobody offers to help others with their bags.
And guys walk around with big guns.
And when you go through customs you feel like a criminal even though the worst thing I ever took through was a pair of nail clippers. Why? Why in the name of Dennis Law do they insist that you cannot take nail clippers of tweezers on board a plane, yet a litre bottle of vodka (a brutal cudgel, or stabbing weapon when smashed) is perfectly acceptable?
This post would have been better written, but for the first time I have company, and she will not shut up. The final point is that she arrived safely and has settled in just fine. She's even going to try and get a bus today!
posted by Alanowski @ 1:08 pm
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He conquered fear and he conquered hate, he turned our night into day! He rode a Blazing Saddle, a torch to light the way!
It's Blazing Saddles, hoo-ah!
In what has become my paranoid tradition I posted there before reading in an effort to pip everyone at the post.
Speaking of racing terminology, I won the Grand National at the weekend. Alright, I wasn't actually on the horse -- imagine a bunch of 8 stone jockeys vs Moi -- but I was there in spirit. A huge win was mine, all of £25.
I'm thinking about investing it.
Okay Al, let's have some words from Claire. You've got a lap top. Just take away her cigarettes for an hour, put the keyboard under her hands and let the shakes do the rest.
I'm kidding, obviously. Clearly Claire would kill you if you tried that.
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