If we can get a picture of Julia Roberts in a thong, we can get a picture of this weirdo.
They stepped off the bus, the weather had changed, and the feeling of the group had changed. Perhaps it was the weather, perhaps it was the sleep, most likely it had been the soju but our heroes were now in a situation they thought they could control. Trying to be pushed into a motel by some of the local touts they held their heads high and politely told these leeches to bugger off. They found a wee place that looked newish and it worked out a treat (40,000 between them for a fair sized room, that’s about 20 quid). A quick shower then down to the beach to check out the local wildlife over a few cups of beer was in order.
The first step onto the beach always gives that hugely relaxing feeling that you are finally REALLY on your holidays. This was no exception. Looking around there seemed to be something going on further down the beach, the investigative powers of this quartet are renowned throughout Asia and they took to finding out what was going on with gusto. They arrived at a large lattice metal structure that turned out to be a stage (they had been coming from the wrong side) and a band was just starting *heaven*.
Planted down amongst the ajummas and the kids (it was still only about 5 at night) they supped their beer and listened to a refreshingly good Korean rock cover band. They chose songs new and old, their version of Under Pressure standing out amongst many great tracks.
It’s worthwhile noting here that the audience consisted of our four heroes and loads of old women with kids. They had no idea what was going on, clapping along as the singer belted out lyrics from Alanis Morisette “Are you Thinking of Me When You $%*& Her?” Not an eyebrow rose, nor a startled inhalation, they continued on clapping along to the beat regardless of the profanities.
Our heroes supped their beer and as the darkness came, so did many more of the locals and those that had traveled to be on the beach for the weekend. Soon enough the beach was full of many party goers, most of whom were students who had traveled across from Seoul or Inchon. As the only foreigners on the 1.8km beach, OM and his cronies were treated like minor celebrities (probably a bit like a Big Brother winner, but with out the abuse and insults, and with more intelligence).
The night was set, and the blueprint for fun that was drawn up while in Deajon was followed closely. Fireworks displays, dance acts, some chilled out Morcheeba and Portishead made the night flow along nicely, as did the massive number of young and attractive girls that seemed to just be floating around.
The evening was so good, that the main characters in our story decided to stay on for another night, more of the same went on. The next day would prove to have beautiful highs, and devastating lows. Only by staying tuned to this site will you be able to find out what happened next.
WILL THEY FALL FOUL OF THE LAW?
WILL THEY BE TAKEN ASTRAY BY AN OLD WOMAN IN A HAT?
WILL THEY END UP AT A FUNFAIR CAUSING MISCHIEF WHILE WEARING CLOWN OUTFITS?
The first step onto the beach always gives that hugely relaxing feeling that you are finally REALLY on your holidays. This was no exception. Looking around there seemed to be something going on further down the beach, the investigative powers of this quartet are renowned throughout Asia and they took to finding out what was going on with gusto. They arrived at a large lattice metal structure that turned out to be a stage (they had been coming from the wrong side) and a band was just starting *heaven*.
Planted down amongst the ajummas and the kids (it was still only about 5 at night) they supped their beer and listened to a refreshingly good Korean rock cover band. They chose songs new and old, their version of Under Pressure standing out amongst many great tracks.
It’s worthwhile noting here that the audience consisted of our four heroes and loads of old women with kids. They had no idea what was going on, clapping along as the singer belted out lyrics from Alanis Morisette “Are you Thinking of Me When You $%*& Her?” Not an eyebrow rose, nor a startled inhalation, they continued on clapping along to the beat regardless of the profanities.
Our heroes supped their beer and as the darkness came, so did many more of the locals and those that had traveled to be on the beach for the weekend. Soon enough the beach was full of many party goers, most of whom were students who had traveled across from Seoul or Inchon. As the only foreigners on the 1.8km beach, OM and his cronies were treated like minor celebrities (probably a bit like a Big Brother winner, but with out the abuse and insults, and with more intelligence).
The night was set, and the blueprint for fun that was drawn up while in Deajon was followed closely. Fireworks displays, dance acts, some chilled out Morcheeba and Portishead made the night flow along nicely, as did the massive number of young and attractive girls that seemed to just be floating around.
The evening was so good, that the main characters in our story decided to stay on for another night, more of the same went on. The next day would prove to have beautiful highs, and devastating lows. Only by staying tuned to this site will you be able to find out what happened next.
WILL THEY FALL FOUL OF THE LAW?
WILL THEY BE TAKEN ASTRAY BY AN OLD WOMAN IN A HAT?
WILL THEY END UP AT A FUNFAIR CAUSING MISCHIEF WHILE WEARING CLOWN OUTFITS?
posted by Alanowski @ 9:22 pm
2 Comments:
Let me see, it was something man, something man, does whatever a something can. Spins a thing, any size, catches thieves just like things.
...Spiderman.
On a story related note -- I suspect you're all going to be kidnapped and used as sex slaves by an 80-year old toothless Korean granny.
And the plural of "hero" is "heroes", not "hero's", which means "belonging to a hero". They called me a pedant, but they could never make the charges stick!
I know, I know.
That's what happens when you let Microsoft do the spell check without checking what it is changing.
I am firmly of the opinion that if god had meant me to check everything I write, then he
wouldn't have made me so lazy.
Well done to DFP for getting that last quote. However, the panel of Owski judges are out on whether he should get the point after correcting our glorious reader.
Stay tuned....
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