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Dr Choi

Sat, 28 Jul 2007 16:47:42 GMT

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need that new nose?
but can't afford it?
saving your money to get rid of your bags
Budget too tight to get rid of those stretch marks?

Well wave those worry lines bye bye
we can give you the breasts you deserve at a price you want.
Pay a beautiful price for a
great new nose.

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High quality surgery at a low price
second floor, daejeon corner
near Lotte department store
above the sin yoong lingerie emporium.

Come and meet the new you.

Just look for the smiley face

That`s Entertainment?

Sat, 28 Jul 2007 16:44:52 GMT

The market was full, full to the brim of an extra large sun hat, far larger than the pith helmet I almost bought. It moved as one, a body in search of life and the live, live fish, live octopus, live squid, live traders haggling loudly over live animals that bark, meow and sing just as loudly. The body of bodies climplened and nyloned its way around the streets in the real national uniform of the ordinary, oriental gentleman and lady. No, a large straw hat and a dark, thin button up loose suit but a baseball cap, baggy below the knee shorts and a nike tee shirt. Among the body oriental I moved like a foreigner in a foreign market which oddly enough exactly what I was.

Past the usual live and non live fare, turning at the stall that sold and cooked the usually inedible parts of animals; I found live entertainment. A crowd as gathering and it was beginning to show its quiet but sincere appreciation for the show. In between a stall that sold a world of noodles and a shop populated by bright western leisure wear, a man sat talking into a microphone. He too was baggy shorted, tee shirted and baseball capped; But he had a bonus not a glamorous assistant but interesting straight man for his jokes and amusing anecdotes.

Beside him was a baboon or a some other member of the monkey family, it as large as tall the sitting man was. It had red hair and the expressive eyes mouths and fingers and toes all “cute” monkeys have. It picked cards from a deck, It nodded when he reached a punch line. It “smiled”, winked and grimaced like a happy, drunken northerner in a pub on a Friday night. It even raised its brows and made “kissy” faces which amused and pleased the crowd. It played the primate croupier in a game of cards. It wore funny hat.

All the time the man delivered his banter to happy amused crowd. All the time the man held the metal core of old umbrella in his hand. All the time he patted or playfully slapped the monkey on his hand or head. I wondered how playful the slaps were during the training sessions. How playfully did he use the umbrella handle? In mid story he took out a packet of cigarettes and matches, after a punchline quickly followed by a wink and kissy face from the monkey he lit up two cigarettes, smoked one himself, the other he gave to his simeon friend. What a clever cute smoking monkey- Everybody laughed. I left.

Korean cheese production

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 01:59:43 GMT

It is claimed that Korea does not produce cheese. It may not produce edible cheese but it produces lots of the none edible type. Everything is cuteness, niceness and soppiness so much soppy cuteness you need to walk around shops with a bucket hanging round your neck. Cards, pens, pencil cases, rulers, notebooks, writing pads and folders, all covered in luvvy wuvvy, cutey wutey
fluffy wuffy softness . The Korean flag should be Hello Kitty and Miffy holding a soppy love heart.
They love little dogs here, not just to eat.. but as babiesque pets. They dress them in coats, jumpers, hats, shoes and fashion hoodies. They dye their dogs ears bright colours to go with their clothes and shop fronts
The dominant music form “ballad is just Korean pretty boys whining in a high voice about losing their girlfriend usually (if you believe the videos) to a life of vice with an evil scarred but well dressed, handsome baddie. When the girls take their turn to moan it seems to be about dead, blood- stained, pretty, nice boyfriends who died violent deaths trying to save them from a life of vice with an evil, scarred but well dressed, handsome baddie.
So you see whatever I send it will be dripping with so much sugar and cuteness I doubt envelope will stay dry.
The clothes shops or cutiques as they should be called they are not boutiques they don’t sell boots. The clothes are all frills, bows and buttons, the girls all dress like doilies. Doilies or Doris day inspired toilet roll holders. They cannot make a plain top or shirt it has to have a flounce or frill or fancy thing stuck on it somewhere usually near the tits. Koreans don’t do subtle.
Minimal is not Korean word. The dramas are loud, long, blood and tear dripping marathons of suffering while looking pretty. Their comedy is not in the Oscar Wilde, wit, tongue in cheek style. Every “funny”, canned laugher moment is signaled with lights and flashes, arrows and pop up texts, telling you that something really funny is happening.
The same cuteness and saccharin that makes the stationary products, music and movies interesting renders the people sexless and nice. Koreans are very pretty, they all nice, pleasant and sadly unsexy. They have as a much sexual aura as Doris Day, Meg Ryan and Shirley Temple. They are too smiley and nice to take seriously when they are trying to be sexy. To be one must have darkness and a little bit of threat. It is the tension between the potential for sex and the potential for harm that makes that sexual thrill real. That edge between sex and violence, pleasure and pain it cannot be found in a nice sisterly face that smiles and bows to your requests too easily. Only an equal can be sexy.

Heat and lies

Wed, 04 Jul 2007 01:55:36 GMT

The heat is .. the heat is well .. well ..hot.. The usual British gent abroad at comes from the nice and usually warmer south of the country. With its lack ivy covered country homes and dreaming spires and serious lack of factories and power plants that allows some sun to hit the skin of the fortunate southerner. Imagine the shock to the northerners, pollution raised, soot and nutty slack perfumed frame this climate.. it not only tries to boil you to death but it sometimes gets very really vicious and tries to drown you too. The monsoon season is upon here. It everything hot. Hot and wet. Do you remember the smell of your house when your Gran was baking bread? Remember the warm not unpleasant smell of the kitchen with the air being heated by the oven in the corner. Remember the tinge of anticipation that hid in the smell , in the kids who waited for the first warm slice with butter and jam. Well that is what the city smells like . Daejeon is a large farmhouse kitchen filled with kids of all ages and sizes waiting, anticipating- not the bread- but the rain. It briefly cools you only to turn the whole city into a large hot shower.
Heat is here, heat and lies . Lies like air conditioning. As an Englishman, coming from country that never gets warm enough to need it, it was a relevant as the mythic unicorn carrying the last virgin queen of the elves to the land of the golden dead. It is a it does it is not air conditioning it is air pushing. It only push the hot air away from where it is to somewhere else. I have a warm flat, warm living room, warm balcony, warm bathroom. So I put the air pushing machine. The area near the machine is now cold enough to geld the virgin carrying unicorn and the bathroom and balcony are like the inside of gran’s bread oven. The machine has just pushed the hot air around a bit and made it hotter in the process.
The daejeon underground lies too. This is a culture like all cultures a collective culture, only this a collective culture that does not pretend not to be . A nation of utilitarian Vulcans all agreeing that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one. The system does not even allow you the myths of individualism or autonomous action. No buttons to push at the crossing so you cannot “make” the cars stop and the turn the green man on. No you wait and wait and wait until the system decides the green man should arrive. The doors of the metro trains have no button open them with. The train stops and the doors give another lesson in patience as they wait to decide when to open themselves
Young people and drunks cannot go up the down escalator or down the up escalator without a siren informing the world of their rebellious action. Deajeon metro has book shelves full of books you can borrow to read on your journey they are taken from the shelves at one station and returned to the shelves at another. They are always returned. Imagine the same scheme in London within few weeks there would be nothing but bookshelves empty of books but full of fag ends, litter and used condoms. No the doors lie. The nice American lady announces in a pleasant voice
“The door is closed” in the spaces between those simple words is the message. “So you will not try squeeze on and also I do not need to tell you to mind the gap because I know you will because you do not want to inconvenience your fellow passengers by getting your foot ripped off your whole body mashed to pulp.”
But the doors are not closed, they are about to close or they maybe closing but they are not closed yet.
The screens in the trains also use nice pictures remind you that you should not bring guns, knives, explosives or Molotov cocktails on to the train, just incase you forget.

Thanks to Tommy Cooper

Sat, 30 Jun 2007 15:12:26 GMT

COOPERISM

P doctor it hurts when I do that

D so don't do it then

P oi I come in all good faith with my arm, my problems and you give me that

only that

"so don't do it then"

D You came with a pain, a problem and I have given you a solution to the problem a simple solution to your pain.

a way to stop hurting yourself.

P sometimes I have to do that

D Why? just don't put yourself in position where you have to do that

P So how do get the beans from the top shelf?

D do this instead or get some else to do that.

You know it hurts me doing this ,here now this . I'd rather do that.

P I'd rather you did this

d could you do this?

p I could pay somebody to do this for while you go and do that.

d so you want to do neither that or this

p no I don't want to do either this or that. cos this is too hard and that hurts

d so does this

d would doing neither make you happy?

p yes

d your doing neither would me happy too

p why you would have no patients?

d I haven't now

p it shows . your patients need your help

d and I give them it

I,m helping you now.

p so I should just stop doing that.

d yes

p and you should stop doing this

d thank you doctor

p you're welcome send in the next patient on your way out

d I was the last patient.

The Heat and Lies

Sat, 30 Jun 2007 14:59:13 GMT

hot evening all..
The heat is .. the heat is well .. well ..hot.. The usual British gent abroad at comes from the nice and usually warmer south of the country. With its ivy covered country homes and dreaming spires and serious lack of factories and power plants that allows some sun to hit the skin of the fortunate southerner. Imagine the shock to the northerners, pollution raised, soot and nutty slack perfumed frame this climate.. it not only tries to boil you to death but it sometimes gets very really vicious and tries to drown you too. The monsoon season is upon here. It everything hot. Hot and wet. Do you remember the smell of your house when your Gran was baking bread? Remember the warm not unpleasant smell of the kitchen with the air being heated by the oven in the corner. Remember the tinge of anticipation that hid in the smell , in the kids who waited for the first warm slice with butter and jam. Well that is what the city smells like . Daejeon is a large farmhouse kitchen filled with kids of all ages and sizes waiting, anticipating- not the bread- but the rain. It briefly cools you only to turn the whole city into a large hot shower.
Heat is here, heat and lies . Lies like air conditioning. As an Englishman, coming from country that never gets warm enough to need it, it was a relevant as the mythic unicorn carrying the last virgin queen of the elves to the land of the golden dead. It is a it does it is not air conditioning it is air pushing. It only push the hot air away from where it is to somewhere else. I have a warm flat, warm living room, warm balcony, warm bathroom. So I put the air pushing machine. The area near the machine is now cold enough to geld the virgin carrying unicorn and the bathroom and balcony are like the inside of gran’s bread oven. The machine has just pushed the hot air around a bit and made it hotter in the process.
The daejeon underground lies too. This is a culture like all cultures a collective culture, only this a collective culture that does not pretend not to be . A nation of utilitarian Vulcans all agreeing that the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the one. The system does not even allow you the myths of individualism or autonomous action. No buttons to push at the crossing so you cannot “make” the cars stop and the turn the green man on. No you wait and wait and wait until the system decides the green man should arrive. The doors of the metro trains have no button open them with. The train stops and the doors give another lesson in patience as they wait to decide when to open themselves
Young people and drunks cannot go up the down escalator or down the up escalator without a siren informing the world of their rebellious action. Deajeon metro has book shelves full of books you can borrow to read on your journey they are taken from the shelves at one station and returned to the shelves at another. They are always returned. Imagine the same scheme in London within few weeks there would be nothing but bookshelves empty of books but full of fag ends, litter and used condoms. No the doors lie. The nice American lady announces in a pleasant voice
“The door is closed” in the spaces between those simple words is the message. “So you will not try squeeze on and also I do not need to tell you to mind the gap because I know you will because you do not want to inconvenience your fellow passengers by getting your foot ripped off your whole body mashed to pulp.”
But the doors are not closed, they are about to close or they maybe closing but they are not closed yet.
The screens in the trains also use nice pictures remind you that you should not bring guns, knives, explosives or Molotov cocktails on to the train, just incase you forget.

I am the only one

Wed, 23 May 2007 05:52:30 GMT

Property.. property.. must have property.. !
Won`t waste money in rent... how is it   wasted if it is keeping a roof over your head ,a floor beneath your feet and four walls around you. is ( keep your body alive)buying food a waste of money too?   Looking after basic human needs is not a waste!   Buying things you don`t need like flash cars, large houses, Holiday homes,private jets etc etc etc ec that is wasting money. The whole system  depends on fools like us wasting money-consuming.
Ok so you have not got your foot on the property ladder
So you have not got that prison sentence of huge debt you call a mort gage..

" but buying is so much cheaper than renting" True and you all know why. Because capitalist sheep insist on    fighting to get  onto the property ladder.. to the "English dream" of property ownership. This drives the market prices up which in turn makes renting more expensive than buying and it should not be!
We  should stop being sheep!
Stop wanting what we are told we should want!
Stop the buying and the prices, maybe the whole thing may crash
I cant wait to see those property developers and stock market snakes leaping from the balconies.

The plot so far

Wed, 23 May 2007 03:08:24 GMT

I am still here.. and I have not had to become American yet? But you never know. I am still entertained by their Eastern wierdness as I imagine they are by my western wierdness.
>The Live animal corner and pet insects in the supermarket moments was beaten by a moment infront of a fish restaurant. The soon- to- be- food fish were in the tank as usual but then one swam post that must have been in fight and lost. It swam past one way fine and fishy but it turned around and it had an empty eye socket where the other one should have been.
>Tomorrow is Buddha's birthday and a national holiday..no work yippee. Happy birthday fat happy man! I am teaching some older students in "free conversation" class . These students need to develop their discussion and debating skills to pass some posh high school test. So we are using a book called Teen talk- 20 issues that matter to teens.. written by an american with the oriental mentality in mind .. I dissagree with most of what the books tells them.
> 1 Telling an adult about a bully does not make things worse. Yeh sure he never went to school in an English council Estate.
>2 Studying is vital to make sure you have " good" job that will bring you money and a happier life.. "it will even effect who you will marry"( so could your choice of bar or the direction you turn at the next corner..) They raising a generation of limited thinking conformist breadheads with no vision or freedom in their suburban souls.
>3 Real Romantic love is about commitment and respect.. just give me a bucket!
>
> I am the sure the book will fill me with even more disgust before long. the next " issue" is talking about the pros and cons of going to college and working hard to get a good degree.. etc etc.. college v drop out.. I know whose side I`m on.

one student in a section on "neighborhoods" decided that a public library was less important than a internet cafe.

the name of the next big thing

Wed, 16 May 2007 02:59:32 GMT

I was wondering home to my small korean hovel, the one room with a small shower that sometimes smells of dead towels because of a useless ventilation fan. ( thank Evolution for air fresheners)I had to cross the road at the World Cup stadium- the green man lit up ,before crossing I checked both ways for red light light ignoring " fast and furious" watchers as you do when crossing a nocturnal roads in Daejeon- Crossing the road at all here is fun there are not button to push and a you could read a whole Russian novel before the lights change in this car loving city. When you do get a chance to move you do it fast ,the roads here are all 6 lanes wide and filled cars that eat slow pedestrians.
So here I am safely on the other side of the road and walking over the daejeon worldcup bridge. There it was- the name of the band, the and even the name of their first/best/ only album .

I assume it had something to do with stopping the bridge from falling down but:-
" Tuned Mass Damper" and "Dynamic Vibration Absorber" have to be used for something more interesting than just holding a bridge up. No doubt some gothy/ Techy/wierdy even beardy being could tell me what they actually do
but I just like the sound of the words.. not sure which is the band name/ book title and which is the album title but..

Bye byr Blairy bye bye

Thu, 10 May 2007 15:07:41 GMT

I won`t miss him.. not that a hate him quite as much as his role model Mrs Thatcher- now she was really evil. But he was not one of my favourite people. but then he was politician even worse a Christian, Capitalist one. Now there`s a contradiction in terms a Christian Capitalist..

Mr Neitzsche says..

Wed, 02 May 2007 14:44:22 GMT

T e r r i b l e   b e a u t y
A   c r i m i n a l ` s   l a w y e r s   a r e   s e l d o m   a r t i s t s
e n o u g h   t u r n   t h e     b e a u t i f u l
  t e r r i b l e n e s s   o f     t h e   d e e d   t o
t h e   a d v a n t a g e   o f   h i m   w h o   d i d   i t .

S h y
  " Y o u   w a n t     t o   m a k e   h i m   i n t e r e s t e d   i n   y o u ? "
    T h e n   p r e t e n d   t o   b e
  e m b a r r a s e d   i n   h i s   p r e s e n c e

C o n v e r s a t i o n

O n e   s e e k s   a   m i d w i f e   f o r   h i s   t h o u g h t s ,
a n   o t h e r   s o m e o n e   t o   w h o m
h e   c a n   b e   a   m i d w i f e :
t h u s   o r i g i n a t e s   a   g o o d   c o n v e r s a t i o n .

A r t i s t   a n d   m a n

W h e n   o n e   i s   d e a l i n g   w i t h     s c h o l a r s   a n d
a r t i s t s   i t   i s   e a s y   t o
m i s c a l c u l a t e   i n   t h e   o p p o s i t e   d i r e c t i o n :
b e h i n d   a   r e m a r k a b l e   s c h o l a r
one   n o t   i n f r e q u e n t l y     f i n d s   a   m e d i o c r e   m a n .
a n d   b e h i n d   a     m e d i o c r e   a r t i s t
o f t e n   -   a   v e r y   r e m a r k a b l e   m a n .

I s   a n d   D o e s

W h a t   a   p e r s o n   i s   b e g i n s   t o   b e t r a y
i t s e l f   w h e n   h i s   t a l e n t   d e c l i n e s -
W h e n     h e   c e a s e s   t o   s h o w   w h a t   h e
c a n   d o .   T a l e n t   i s   a l s o   f i n e r y ;
f i n e r y   i s   a l s o   a   h i d i n g   p l a c e .

Tue, 01 May 2007 05:31:08 GMT

Hi from the pit.

Welcome to the coalface or the chalkface or the small empty brain face any name will do for the pit.. that`s what you do in the pit
drill.. That`s what we do here.. Drill.. drill American "English"- American grammar- American spelling and   most important American values into little korean minds.
I am teaching a foreign language.. I mean a language that is foreign to me. I am English. I teach American. The American language and values are alien to me perhaps more alien than they are to the students. I do not   sit in my back yard, with my Capitalist "I love democracy "work ethic throbbing like a hard on every time I see a real estate add or a job in in burger bar.
I sit my back garden praying for the total collapses of the whole thing.. I want the stock market crash. I want Millionaires to go bust. I want "Democracy" as we know it be destroyed.
I love wasters-- under acheivers.. bums and scroungers and criminals they are the unifying force in society..We ( liberal democratic capitaslist) sheep  are taught to hate them, fear them and work and strive to avoid being one of them. We are so very wrong!

I do not want a " good career" and a house and a wife and children
I want happiness- freedom and the ability to speak, act and live how I see fit.. not   how the economy or the social order   thinks I should behave.. but I know I will never have it. nobody will.. so lets just enjoy the glory and beauty of destruction instead.

I feel a better already after that..

back to teaching the language of the Capitalist bastard.

Word that should exist..

Mon, 30 Apr 2007 02:48:00 GMT

Assistive- an act that is intended to help another person or process
see :-
Assistive Obstruction.. an act intended to prevent    a person making a mistake or falling. ( mostly performed by over protective parents)   or    an act if obstruction by one   group collaege to help another by blocking an opposing team member..
in fact adding the ending "ive to almost any vowel who be a good idea
Assessive
Unassistive
Signative-- a symbolic act or act that identifies the actor ( this may already exist)
Insertive- opposite of assertive or act of inserting

Yes ,it`s Monday morning and I am   being self distractive ( it should exist too).

Focusive
massive - not the size related adjective but   the word that means relating to the masses or the synonym for "collective"

Any way l have to   stop this or should I say be discontinutive rather than being continutive.

Off I go to the pit.

eel yo eel

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 03:15:34 GMT

It` s sunday and its sunny . Fun weekend in progress. Friend..(ex who is now a friend) arrived here this weekend, so played host.. showed her "Santa Claus" the American bar full of Engilsh teachers . and we had a walk into the hils . We may meet
some Korean friends tonight. Friend and " Bad dancing trainee" Mo with his "happy slappings" as a term highlight makes me realise how different and in many ways better South Koren culture seems to be. No happy slapping here yet. My job in a Language school teaching munchkins English is sheer luxury compared to that.

Gracias Mo

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 05:27:34 GMT

So I taught you all you know about dancing badly..eh? As your teacher and bad dancing mentor you have thing to learn before you get your light sabre of bad taste and long black coat of cheese. The only bad dancing is dull dancing.. and dullness is unforgivable. Luckily we are immune to that vice. Actually I am out of practice I have not danced at all not even mildly badly in the last year or so. A lack of Decent Goth clubs Swansea and the total lack of Gothism at all in South Korea.. Help where are the Korean goths? Korea is the land of pastels, prints and men in suits and flip flops.

See you young paduan
May scarf be with you..

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 15:55:56 GMT

The last few entries are just short observations of the extra ordinary side of ordinary moments that happened to fall out of my head onto paper....

Ordinary ness need not be ordinary if you look at the right way or may be the wrong way depending on your view point.

Anyway other things will follow.. for whoever is odd or sad enough to want to read them.

Xmas ghosts

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 15:49:35 GMT

The wind blows, it blows cold air and cold spirits into the eyes, into the soul.
Only the eyes of the ghosts are moving through the cold soul wind, only the eyes carried on heavy, nowhere to go, legs. Their empty bodies weave in-between the skeletons of clothes rails and shopping trolleys as old sale signs flutter in lifeless windows.
All male, all male, alone and stone eyed, the ghosts navigate through the dead centre filled with dead shops. Clouds of hope hide behind lamposts hoping for a game of hide and seek but never get one. The ghosts ignore them and keep walking a heavy, dead walk through heavy, dead air.
One Ghost has just shared some of someone else’s life. Another has just been visiting his past. This Ghost is going to his annual visit to a past happiness for one meal, one drink and two kisses. A short visit and he leaves walking into the dead corner of the world.
That ghost is just walking, walking is all he has to do today. Nothing else to do, nothing is open, nothing is happening- after all it is Christmas day.
Small violent winds hide on street corners. They wait to pounce on any ghost that approaches. They pounce with force, sending papers and leaves swirling around heads and feet. He walks on unmoved, unimpressed; the sulking wind hides behind the large blue skip and waits to try again. With less life him than the shop dummies he passes, another ghost slowly turns his head towards the sound made by a stray clothing rail as it collides with an urban tree stump. It could have been the death knell of all human life but why would he care. Maybe it was but nobodies noticed because its Christmas day. Here, it’s always Christmas day, the same cold, empty Christmas with nowhere to go and nothing to do except walk and haunt and walk and haunt some more. See! there goes another one
or is that just a my reflection.

Dr Choi

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 15:46:02 GMT

Want to lose those sags- Need a new nose? But can`t afford it?
Saving your money to get rid of your bags?
If you thought the budget wouldn't stretch to get rid of those marks then- think again
Wave those worry lines bye-bye at Dr Choi's facial and reconstructive surgery clinic.

We will give you the bust you deserve at a price you want. Pay a beautifully small price for fine new nose.
Losing the marks won't scar your face or your bank at Dr Choi's.
High quality surgery at a low price. Unique beauty is within everyone's reach at Dr Choi's.
Why wait get the heavenly body you want now at divine price at Dr Choi's.

Daejeon, Wolpyoung corner, head towards Lotte Department store and look for the smiley face.
Dr Choi's facial and reconstructive surgery clinic, 2nd floor above the Sin Young lingerie emporium
Come on down today.
We are waiting for you!

new scary shiny underground moment

Tue, 24 Apr 2007 15:44:17 GMT

The cold white Sci fi land of the Daejeon underground quiet waits for a
slow quiet train to arrive humming its calm korean way from Bansoeck
via Jijok . I am sitting in the white silent empty space that whispers
laboratory in both my ears.
"Is it Safe?" ask the the korean sign above the glass anti suicide
doors. "is it Safe"

A lone young female student come down the stairs and silently starts a
queue of one near one of the doors, another one follows they bow to
each other and quietly chat as is they were in a church. more arriving
forming other queue infront of other doors they quiet conversation spread
an split like amoebas. as the conversations split isolated students
enter join bow and talk then larger groups roll down the stair.. laughing,
giggling and talkin loudly.. waving and the noise rises and rises as
the female contents of the chimsin University flow into the platform. all
dark haired, all young.. all korean.. all talking at the same time..
all laughing at the same time.. The cold, once silent sci-fi white land
is now buried under a shouting, laughing, giggling ocean of polite,
sedate noise making gap wearing Chimsin clones. I just hide in the corner
until the coast is clear. With the gliding of the suicide doors the
flock moves onto the train . The doors close as an American voice announces
"Doors closing" and I am alone with the sign again. Now I miss the
American. I think the book shelf full of books and drinks machine on the
platform want to kill me.

Hello all Just got here

Sun, 22 Apr 2007 14:44:46 GMT

Just arrived here.. I have not bothered until now.. but I thought I would give in and join the human herd for once.. but this at least should be an interesting, intelligent herd. Will write more when I am more awake and I have more time..