A nice little pool hall and karaoke joint just round the corner from
my flat shut down last week, and on Sunday I saw the signs of the new
business that's replacing it:

          KinderKids
   International Preschool

Oh dear! Of course, "international" means, at best, a token whitey or
two on the staff, at worst, they'll sing along with Goma Doori. Around
my end of town, I've seen no more than half a dozen other white people
who looked as if they live here, but there was enough of a presence of
North Koreans to support a meeting hall for them (actually, they sold
off the hall and land last year), but no prizes for guessing which
sort of gaiginlets the mothers hope their offspring encounter.

If we had a sprog of a suitable age, I'd see them about renting out
our kid as something to entice the other mothers into
internationalization.

Ken