Sunday, 13 September 2009

Going ooop North

It turns out I can get into North Korea after all. Some bloke I meet in a bar promises he can smuggle me through the de-militarised zone (DMZ) in the boot of his car. He says he can't guarantee an audience with the Dear Leader but it's a start. But when we get there it's all a bit grim. The landscape is factories and pies. The people speak in strange accents, wear cloth caps and have whippets. Still they have a passion for umbrellas and when we set up KUBBIES I will consider having a Northern office, as I love a bit of regional tokenism me. But for now its back over the border and a flight back home to Blighty. Apart from anything else, Barkles will need feeding. That bone I left won't last forever.

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