Busan, 18/6/09. I write this blog as I'm holed up in my bunker, fighting against an army the likes of which Kim Jong-Il can only dream about. This army is small, well co-ordinated, can strike at any time of day, and can drive any potential opponent to screaming suicidal distraction. I'M TALKING, OF COURSE, ABOUT THE HUMBLE MOSQUITO. Dinner time has become a well co-ordinated effort, whic...