The boys just got back from North Korea. They are buzzing and have so much to tell. I’m getting photos and am trying to get them to write about their trip. So far I’ve picked up:

Fit birds.
National dress.
Relaxed at the DMZ.
Comedy army guy at the DMZ - “There’s the uranium.”
Mass Games - Licence To Kim Jong Il seen in public for the first time in two years. The lads were about 30m away. “Could you have taken him out?”
Americans are not Americans, they are American Bastards!
People stare, but some are scared.
Pilars alongside bridges that are rigged with explosives, so “at a moment’s notice” they can set them off and block the roads.
They were interviewed on CNN. The Canadian dude who had a “different view” was “a complete cock”.
North Korean for “girlfriend” - “female comrade”.
Women are not allowed to drink or smoke.

So my mates went to North Korea and all I got were these “biscuits“.

Here are some photos:

A busy road.
A traffic warden.
A bird.
The airport.
Dancing rehersals.
A little get-together.

Two questions we pondered this weekend.

1. One bionic arm or one bionic leg? (You’d still have the other non-bionic arm or leg, so still a total of four limbs - yes, I had difficulty explaining this to some people)

2. Unlimited jam or biscuits? (No tea, nothing else. That’s your choice, Shandyman was quite strict on this: “NO FUCKING TEA!”)

I went for arm and biscuits. The arm for wanking speed and arm wrestles, however, I was tempted by high-speed hopping. Biscuits becuase I’m not a big jam fan, especially if it has seeds in.

Talking of eating seed. Convo from the other night:

Mate: “I don’t get it, I’ve met so many Chinese birds who will not give a blow job and those that do will never swallow.”
Me: “They’ll eat anything else though. Fish guts? All over it. Man custard? No thanks.”

What’s the score there then?

Yes, yes, I know I’ve taken out my big, wide, tar brush there.