exciting. Just like a year earlier with Dustin Dustin, I felt like a local
showing off my adopted homeland.
We could not pass on the Seoul Tower. The tower sits 600
metres up, almost on top of a mountain, and although the climb nearly
killed us it was worth it for the incredible views of the city below. From
up here the people looked like tiny people and the ants were
completely invisible.
I wanted to show the guys everything in Seoul, so we packed a lot
into their trip. We spent hours on Hangang Park, belted out royalty-free
classics at the norebang and tried different dishes for every meal. I
was delighted and slightly confused to discover that Ollie had fallen in
love with a street toast stall in Yongsan called ‘Isaac’s Toast’, an
obsession that continues to this day. It was really satisfying for me to
see them enjoy the wonders Korea had to offer and I hoped this was
something I could continue in my future life. On their last day in Seoul
we visited an art shop and Ollie would not shut up about purchasing a
plaster cast bust.
“Why do you want a bust so badly?”
“It’s beautiful! It would be nice to have it in my room in London.”
And so began Ollie’s long history of buying crap he didn’t need. Of
course he bought the bust, but it was too big to fit into the plane, so
when we got to the airport he used his pen knife and cut off its head.
He cradled the severed plaster noggin on his lap for the entire flight
back to London.