Christmas Eve
Father left for Vietnam yesterday, Christmas doesn’t really seem to be what it was. Got a phone call at about 8, Chris and Jin. “let’s go sing”. WTF was the first thought but with a bit of demanding that it was my duty or what not I decided to meet up. Nurembang, or whatever it’s called in Korean is where you squeeze yourself into a small room with a TV and large amplifier and 2 Mics. Oldie classics would then be played whereby you sing them back louder and out of tune.
Unlikely tunes from the likes of Radiohead and Korn were present as well as classics such as “he’s not heavy he’s my brother” – The Holies and “My Way”. My favourite of the night had to be however, Aladdin’s “I’ll show you the world”. 2 hours later and our thirst wasn’t quenched so we head down to Assa at the bottom of Centre Point – Tottenham Court Rd. Had a nice discussion with the cam driver about how America sucked, with Jin playing devils advocate telling this Islamic extremist how “US Number 1″. Cab fare came to £40.
Roughly 7-8 bottles of Soju were consumed that night amongst the 4 of us. Jin, Chris, Me and Chris’s Girlfriend. You’d think spending 6 hours with a friends girlfriend and you’d learn her name, but alas. Soju, for those who don’t know tastes of water at first before the afterkick really does kick. Roughly as potent as Vodka yet far easier to drink. I believe it’s a derivative of Rice Wine (Saki).
The Karaoke session started at 12:05. The first five minutes drinking two bottles of Soju and KimChi. I love that Korean culture where it’s rather shameful not to drink your drink in front of your elder. Pissed silly we stumbled out and headed for Chris’s “haunt”. Thai Sq. Just of Trafalgar Sq. We arrived at roughly 1:54. Why you’d spend £10 for 1 hour I’ll never know but there we were. To be honest, I wasn’t in the drinking mood before we got to the club, probably only drinking 1 of the 7-8 bottles of Soju so thought I best make up for myself by drinking at the Club. Persuaded Jin to buy a pitcher of Mai Tai. Not impressed at the increase in price from £18 to £25. Not impressed at all. I drank like a trooper, a thirsty Ethiopian with a new found well. Don’t drink to fast or your stomach will split dear child.
A girl came up to me and started chatting me up. Was quite impressed in my drunken stupor and kindly told her I couldn’t be arsed. Alexandria if I recall correctly. Club closed at the usual time of 3 and we headed off to HK Diner. Obviously that was closed as everybody knows. Only Crispy Duck and 1997 (.praise mao) are open at those times. Meaning 3 am on Christmas Day. We ate like kings, £15 per head if I recall. As we were getting a table a fight broke out with a prick Italian and his Girlfriend. Jin got hit twice. He probably got hit once.
The meal was spent with Jin telling everybody how he’d crack the guy if he ever saw him again and Chris making his girlfriend cry. I, of course, was in silent contemplation. Chris is a cunt, no way to describe him. One of those guys who knows when girls are pathetically infatuated and gets some joy in exploiting that fact. Switching between smiling at me and shouting at the poor girl. His best trick is getting a girl to plead her love for him. I’ve got such a sense of pride with being friends with such a cunt. I was going to tell the poor girl how it was but thought it best she find out for herself, besides it would only be another girl sitting there in a month.