3 cheers for Koreans
On a biz trip to Seoul with a colleague from the UK, we are taken out to dinner to some posh restaurant in the middle of Seoul. As we walk in to the place, it turns out our Korean partner, more in jest than anything else, tells the maitre d' that I am Kevin Costner and my colleague is Paul Simon.

Kevin looks like Kevin. I am "stocky" with receeding, short, curly brown hair.....think more Silent Bob (with curly hair) .... And my mate does NOT look like Paul Simon.

Anyway, word clearly filters around the entire restaurant, and by the time dessert is served, I have a queue by the table and am obliged to spend 20 fucking minutes signing autographs to giggling girls and star-struck fathers.

My host is laughing his arse off, as are the rest of us after a while, but I can only imagine the Korean folk all rushing home and putting on Dances with Wolves or some such and wondering exactly how many pounds the camera adds to you, and that Kevin clearly wears an awful lot of make up when making his films.

Once the meal was over, we went wandering the streets of Seoul, only to be followed at a distance of about 30 metres by another group of giggling girls. Odd, to say the least.

Shoulda woulda coulda, but had biz partner with me and I would have got in trouble from the hotel people too I think.

Curse you Costner!
(Spreddum O Grrrr. That's my vicious circle, that is., Mon 4 Jun 2007, 10:38, Reply)