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Fair gentlemen and noble shrews,

I hope this post finds you well.

A man was delivered to our school from Ireland this week. His name is Eoin and he has a happy face. His interests include cake, tea and jumpers. He promises to prove a fine addition to our staff.

We all went out on Friday to celebrate the start of the new semester and Eoin’s arrival. We started the night off in a traditional Korean beef restaurant where we gorged ourselves on sweetmeats. You shall be pleased to hear that I have finally mastered the chopstick so I didn’t embarrass myself whilst trying to introduce the food to my face. Yay me! Here is a pic of the feast before we savagely devoured it.

We then made our way to a bar that looked like the witch’s house from Hansel and Gretel. There we sipped from bowls of Korean rice wine that I think is called Makgeolli. We also had tofu, some kind of giant pancake that looked like it was made from grass, and a fine selection of fruits.

Next, we ventured to a nightclub. It was fairly different from an Irish nightclub. There was no shortage of chairs or tables. In fact, we got a whole room to ourselves! The room was furnished with plush red couches, a grand old wooden table and the obligatory karaoke machine. We even had our own man to serve us beer and snacks! The snacks were amusing; instead of the regular fare of Pringles and Tayto we munched on thin pieces of dried octopus and dried squid. There was a stage and a dance floor downstairs so when you wanted to dance you simply left the room and went to the floor below. The DJ was a tiny topless Asian man who drove all the girls crazy with his wild gyrating. The shirtless man later removed his trousers and became the pantless man. To my great amusement, when the DJ started to strip one of the teachers screamed in alarm and quickly shielded my eyes lest the sight of a man in his smalls shock my delicate sensibilities. The other teachers are a mite older than me which may be why they were so oddly overprotective. I was led to the dance floor by the hand and when I attempted to go to the toilet without an escort I was reprimanded. Apparently they were afraid that I’d be robbed, in the sense that I myself might be stolen. Hilarious. Though I guess these things do happen, remember Mrs O’Dwyer…

The rest of the weekend was spent showing young Master Eoin around the city and travelling about on the motorbike in search of touristy stuff. We were treated to the sight of an army of colourfully dressed soldier men at the castle and we also came across yet another brightly painted temple nestled in the woods on the outskirts of the city. A fine weekend all in all.

I must away now… Good day to you all. I said good day!

P.S. Our local supermarket sells baby hedgehogs (or indeed hedgepigs) in boxes. This troubles me...