Stuck in Korea

Yesterday was a lovely day. Sunlight shone gloriously down upon our town and there was the slightest hint of a chill in the air. In other words, a beautiful November day. It was raining when I woke up this morning, which was a bit miserable.

Then, at lunch, it came. Snow. I love snow, but it didn't even touch the ground as it was coming horizontally on a scrotum-shrivellingly cold wind, which has been blowing ever since. So it's time to switch on the floor heating and get reacquainted with Korean TV for the next three or four months.

And as I watch, I have to wonder what the programmers for the sports channels are thinking. The presenters are the complete opposite of the sports they present. Take the footie shows. The presenter is invariably two businessmen who look like the boss sent them down to the station and they would really rather be in a boardroom, or a 16 year old girl who's dolled up and all ready to go clubbing (basabeall cap on sideways, anyone?). Or Pride FC. This is a brutal fighting sport that makes boxing look like a little girl's playground game. And the presenters are all about pride in a very different sense. One of them is wearing lip gloss as I write. And wearing a salmon coloured jumper. Is this really the appropriate choice of frontman for a sport so overflowing with testosterone that viewers can only grunt and drink beer as they watch?

Sort it out, people. It's going to be a long Winter otherwise.