Hyot!

This is the delectable sound that me and my fellow Tae-Kwon doers are meant to execute everytime we kick or punch - I think the idea is so that air is expelled from the abdomen and will mean that if there is an ensuing blow, it will hurt a lot less. It also means that we sound like your average drunken Irish Joe down at Magennis' pub, who has drunk himself into thinking that he is Bruce Lee.

Oh, and I'm now 22. Yay! It means that I am no longer the fresh faced university graduate that others had blindly viewed me as - I am now hardened and cynical, who sneers at small children, waves a dismissive hand at literary criticism and kicks the last vestiges of my youth firmly in the testicles. This is probably not the case, as can be proved by how I fussed over a puppy at the weekend as I lounged on the beach and honed my frisbee skills (I'm still crap).

I also saw the gayest Korean men ever at the beach. They sported tight brief shiny Speedos (which they kept pulling off each other as they wrestled, connected at the hips, across the sand), artfully tied scarves around the neck, interesting headgear and a pre-dilection for dogs - 'I like dogs' was the only English one of them appeared to know. They were openly squirming on each other in full view of other Koreans - predominantly families - but maybe the stench of soju was enough to overrule their usually conservative judgements, as no one even glanced at them. However we, in our bikinis, were still, apparently, a much more entertaining sight.

Also, can anyone tell me the problem with the phrase 'at the weekend'? I have been sagely informed by a Canadian, the obvious inventors of all modern English dialects, that it should be 'on the weekend'. And this all from a race who have never heard of a fortnight. I shake my fist at them - although, this has been rendered impotent by the classic 'tomato/potato' debate which always stops any pronunciation arguments cold.