Volume speaks louder than words

Forgive me, blog.  It has been 10 days since my last submission.

I shall do penance for this sin with a brief update of weirdness over the last 10 days.

6 Weird things:

1) I have taken part in dastardly plot to smuggle beer into a norabang  (a Korean version of a Karaoke room). I believe the beer only cost about £1 each inside and cost about £1.20 from the shop next door, so this has to be one of the least profitable crimes of the century. We got caught by the way. The owner charmingly hid our beers under a cushion (presumably from herself) and gave us a conspiratory wink. I think she must own the offy.

2) I found out that I can sing Neil Diamond songs quite well, but little else.

3) I walked into my apartment and panicked as the front door was open, it was spotlessly clean, devoid of yesterday's pants, and had fresh clean white sheets on a newly made bed. It was only after a few minutes spinning round that I realised  I had not been invaded by burglars with OCD, but had walked into the apartment directly below mine.  I snuck out unnoticed but desperately jealous of their linen.

4) I played darts on a Tuesday night until 3:00am, only to find out at the end of the session that my new found drinking and darts buddy neglected to tell me that his working day starts at 1pm!

5) I found out that specialist subjects deserve specialist museums.

6) I finally found out where I live. Not near where I live, but actually where I live. It's only been a month! I found this out after a very pleasant taxi ride home from work. I have been getting a taxi too and from work for a month, now. This may sound extravagant both financially and environmentally, but it costs merely £2 each way so is hard to resist, and I bought a rubber plant this week so mother Earth, "be cool!"  Anyway tonight I was picked up by a very happy man. He spoke about four words of English, which I matched with four words of Korean. With nothing but increasing volume  and much exaggerated gesticulation, I managed to have one of my most productive conversations with a Korean stranger to date. In the space of twenty minutes we both found out each other's names; that we both were not married; but luckily had girlfriends (he was very happy about this, almost hysterical so); and most importantly I found out that I didn't live at Gangnam station, or near Gangnam Station. I in fact live at Banpo Seocho near Gyodare. Brilliant!  It took a while and by the end of our conversation our ears were bleeding from each others excessive 'talking to foreigners'  ear splitting volume, but we were both laughing and that's all that mattered.  We finished with him dropping me off and shouting, "TOM, SEE SOON". Unfortunately, in a city of 20 million I doubted it, but part of me hopes so none the less.