The arsehole of the right!


 

Today I am celebrating the failure of “Austerity Osborne”, arse of the right! Paul Krugman, speaking in the Guardian quite rightly says;

“Ditch austerity and kickstart the economy with ambitious government spending, and bring down the deficit when we’re back above water again. Most importantly of all, we need to do it now.  Five years of very high unemployment do vastly more than five times as much damage as one year of high unemployment. To say: ‘Yes, it’s painful, but time does heal these things … ” He breaks off and sighs in despair. “Well, no. Time may not heal it.”

Everywhere I look in SK there are new roads, leisure facilities, cycle paths and new museums being constructed…..not just in Seoul.  The UK is in deficit not just LONDON! Someone should wrap that around the next private spaceship heading for the orbiting space station and re-direct it up Osborne’s rectum.

On a more positive note, I cycled in from Chungju to Eomjeong to teach the middle-school kids Englishy on Saturday.  It was a very misty morning as I set off down the expressway, I hated the road but it did afford some opportunities to stop and take a few pictures.  As for the teaching it was just a hour but a really positive experience.  These kids are training to be professional soccer players and as such I expected a difficult time.  How wrong I was, they were inspirational, attentive, motivated and it was one of the best classroom experiences I have had since coming to SK.

On leaving school the expressway didn’t seem enticing so I decided to try to find a “country” route back, taking the road to Angseong-oncheon to the northwest of Chungju. There are several hotels here, each which have hot spring bathing areas. Some have hot spring water piped into the individual hotel rooms. Just before Angseong I noticed cycle trails to the right, my head compass said these would eventually take me along the Namhangang river towards the smaller dam, Imperial lake and Jungangtap. Fortunately this turned out to be a correct assumption and also Michelle had reminded me that some of the other teachers were water-skiing on the lake at that time. It took about 40 minutes to reach the dam and the elevated cycle path which gives fantastic views of the lake and surrounding countryside.  I could see people on the water and headed down to find only two braving the cold waters, Carissa and Nadia.  They were on cloud 9, the adrenalin was flowing and they had really enjoyed the experience.  Carissa’s co-teacher was barbecuing lunch for them as I headed back to Chungju, around 30 minutes road cycling away.

I arrived home, showered and had a siesta before getting ready for the “bad taste” party, I knew the girls would make an effort but I wasn’t motivated or inspired to participate in the dressing up.  Maybe it was the insecurity of failing in the “Miss Canon Slade” competition in 1977? Mums wig and purple evening frock coupled with large calves and bum cheeks conspired to a less than feminine silhouette. Julie Walshe has this image posted on her kitchen wall to ward off evil spirits. As one can see from the pictures some people made a massive effort to celebrate Michelle’s birthday for a second time. There were pre-event drinks in Disleyland and Carissa used her artistic talents to great effect on the make-up. We had an unauthorised visit from Rentokil who insisted he sprayed whilst the pre-party event took place. At least Ms Disley’s Disleyland will be bug free whilst the rest of us continue to digest ants in our sleep. Meanwhile at the venue preparations had been concluded and evidence left in the form of naughty balloon shapes.There was a grand turnout and the party continued into the night, extending to Karaoke and drinks at Dangerous, we were welcomed home by the sunrise.

I got up reasonably early and headed out on the bike again but with a mission not to be too adventurous.  I cycled along the river via the Martial Arts Park and then headed into town to relax in Gwana Park. Nearly every bench had in residence an elderly sleeping inhabitant.  Kids were drinking from the water fountain and initially playing spitting games trying to land their projectiles in the waste bin. Events turned darker as they endeavoured to move their gob fountains towards the heads of the sleeping geriatrics! They made one fatal mistake, a boy slipping as he spat cracking his head on the park bench, several screams later and with no sympathetic first-aiders, he ran home to his mum.

I grabbed a Gatorade and got interrogated by some High School kids I didn’t know but wished they were in my class, I then headed home. I discovered today that I am on the trip of death tomorrow, meet at 7.30am drive for 4.5 hours to an iron works! Lunchy! and an exhibition of some kind returning after 2.5 hrs bound to another 4.5 hour journey home.  I predict an hour on the Groover terrace will beckon! Wednesday Is another holiday so I am going camping in Woraksan National Park with one of my co-teachers.

JH I hope you survived the floor laying, Paul I hope your plasma works, Mum, Deb and Steve have a great holiday in Malaga, speak when you get home.

G