Hello 80’s, Good-bye pork pie

To answer the question from my previous post, it was Goodbye Pork pie, directed by Geoff Murphy.

Featuring many famous actors including Tony Barry and Bruno Lawrence. Co-incidentally, all of these people were in BLERTA, a musical troupe in the early seventies. Psychedelic and zany, they even made a few programmes on the then, TV1.

Kelly Johnson, the actor who played Jerry Austin a.ka Blondini, later trained as a lawyer.

Trailer and excerpt from the film.

Random walk, ends in a laugh riot

Ben and I had come up with a way to make our regular hikes in Seoul a little more exciting. Each station has a number allocated to them, so what we did was used those numbers to decide where to go. For the generation of our numbers we used a 12 sided dice. The results so far, have been based around the Han river. Something that we’d specifically been trying to get away from.

Jamwon wasn’t exactly close to the Han (nothing really is) but we did end up walking along it and along untrodden ground, and filling in the grey areas that of ground seen, but not covered per se.

I guess the more times I do this sort of thing, the more blasé I get about the whole process of taking photographs. I mean, nothing pegs out my weird-freak-o-meter any more. Walking through Jamwon we discovered it well established, with all the ammenities at hand.

I would have to say that crossing the two-tiered bridge (반포대교) was the most interesting part of the journey. It was colourfull, curved and unusual.

After crossing that bridge, we saw some cops trying to catch traffic violators on camera. So I caught them on my camera. I didn’t think they minded.

Onwards to Yongsan, and by my veto, we walked through some of the more delapidated areas. Ben told me that there had been some riots over surrendering real estate to developers. To which the government, sided with the developers resulting in a rather notable ruckus.

After reaching Yongsan we settled in for some beer sipping and snack munching, all the while fending off bums. This particular one had a shaved head, and perhaps was a monk. I say this because in all the time he worked the area where we sat he didn’t utter a word. To Ben and I, this situation wasn’t new, so we decided to play a game of statues. Ben cast his eyes down, while I naïvely gazed ahead. I had this silly smirk on my face, and the bum though not talking, used gestures amounting to motioning an outstretch palm about the place. The giggles became laughter, and soon the belly laughter was unstoppable. We were lucky that bum/ monk had since gone while Ben and I continued our lapse into insanity for about 5 minutes. Looking at us, Koreans must have perceived foreigners as a little bit stranger that day.

Heres to marmite, all credit to CB!

A big, big hat tip goes to my friend CB. CB, inspite of his fierce alligence to Vegemite, brought over a full 1kg of the black stuff. Talk about drug trafficking between countries. He narrowly escaped paying a surcharge in over-weight luggage.

Thanks CB.

Two camps exist. Those that like Marmite, and those that like Vegemite. Neither twain shall cross.

Heres an interesting link on Vegemite, Marmite and what’s in both of them.

We’re taking this car to Invercagill boy!

Which movie did that quote come from?

My other favourite movie when I was growing up was The Footrot flats movie.

Kim-chi, too much of a good thing

Kim-chi is Koreas’ signature dish. No meal is complete without it.

If you remove the spice component of the dish then you get something closely resembling saurkraut. Both of which are ferrmented products, caused by lactic acid bacteria.

It’s actually the time of year that Kim-chi is made, by the mothers and daughters throughout Korea. More about making Kim-chi and the surrounding culture can be found here.

It all sort of ties in well with the market place days that occur in country towns. Here, people come out and try to hawk off the goods they have. You could get everything from out-of-style clothing to food that is literally grown by the stall owner. Yes, very homely.

I used to eat a lot of kim-chi. Too much makes me itch, makes me break out in hives and generally makes me feel unconfortable. Much too much gives me the shits. No wonder. It’s the body’s way of rejecting something that it doesn’t like.

The silent voice, a military genius!

Sometimes the enviable occurs. Sleep deprivation happens quite easily to me. Any given afternoon at school you can see me propped up in my chair or keeled out over a desk taking a long, long blink.

What’s worse is that my inner conscience starts bubbling to the surface. It’s like I need an adequate amount of sleep to keep that bastard at bay. No, I’m not going bonkers.

He’d blind side me in some open-handed pincer movement worthy of the Desert Fox himself. Why haven’t you done this, Or you shouldn’t have done that. Think of how he/she feels! Not in one continuous stream, but just a gut punch to keep me distracted enough from what I was doing at the time. Stay back.

Looking on the brighter side, it really does make weekends and sleeping in so much more appreciated.

Two glasses made a six pack interesting

I have very fond memories of Asahi. Though Asahi dry is not my favourite, Sapporo gold cup is. The only problem with that is that ‘Gold cup’ comes in this huge pint can. It’s a little too much to drink in one sitting on my own. More about Japanese beer can be found here.

Seen on a pallet at the Home plus in Cheong-ju, were the Asahi and the imputis to make me buy a six pack. I had intially wanted to buy just a single bottle of Hoegaarden.