Had some more Thai food last night. Superb. Underlined by desire to fly over and actually sample the real thing from the horses mouth. It is quite possible they actually serve it in a horses mouth. You never know?

We were not out for a really late one, but afterwards we went out for a beers and some pool. I was actually shooting quite well and so was on the table for a while. It was during this time that I saw of the worst pulling I have ever seen.

In the bar were what looked like a bunch of young French kids. They said they were uni students, but they looked more like sixth years to me. Despite their jailbait status, their were some very attractive girls in their group. And for whatever reason they all seemed to be interested in some lads who were quintessential examples of Gallic noncery. They combined a sort of pseudo-McFly style with general frenchyness. Two of them were actually wearing hooped jumpers. I kid you not. I was actually looking for the onion necklaces and the baguette filled baskets.

Now one of these lads had a big mound of curly hair. And one of these girls was very interested in these flowing locks. I can see why many lady types would be interested in his bouncing mop, however I personally thought he looked more like a dog just out of the bath. So this girl, who Asian looking yet spoke French, seriously flirted with him for the entire evening. She poked his curly hair, touched his shoulder and gave him furtive glances. This lad was clearly interested, yet could not overcome his innate awkwardness to do anything. His beetroot complexion was masked in a film of sweat.

By the end of the night, this girl was sitting in his lap, stroking his cheek and hair. Just as he seemed to have plucked up the courage to actually roll the ball into this open goal, disaster strikes. He loses his eyebrow ring. He springs up, tossing this young culturally fused damsel in the air and gets down on his hands and knees to begin his search. He then proceeds to ask over the other attractive girls to help search for his piece of jewellery. He looks frantic and he has tears in eyes as he looks for his eyebrow ring. Finally, after much searching the item is found and the garish implement is returned to his eyebrow. However, by this point his prospective pull is wearing an expression like she has smelt a fart. Well done Casanova. You lost out on the hot girl, but found your eyebrow ring. What a stupidhead.

In other news, my mother and sister arrive on Monday. The South Korean economy should remain buoyant over the next two weeks as they help to purchase new homes for street sellers everywhere.

However, today my little sister makes her debut for the new Rangers Football Club dance squad. I am not kidding. It is hunnery in motion. I am just hoping Ally McCoist stays away from them.