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Friday 20 June 2008

The Latest (Column): A Dictatorship's Delights

Inspired by a recent blog post, I decided to tackle the amazing facts surrounding North Korea. It's an utterly fascinating place, and I hope that by reading this article, you'll agree! Continue below or, alternatively, go to The Latest and read it there!


You know when you get lost on the internet and you read all manner of beautiful things? Through the magic of this frequent occurrence for me, I learned a little more about everybody’s favourite crazy dictatorship.

It’s a place that’s stuck in a time warp - a time where Communism is still accepted and pint-sized leaders are all the rage. It also happens to be the only place governed by a dead Head of State.

Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to North Korea.

There has always been a somewhat disconcerting yet unavoidable interest in totalitarian regimes. Aside from Turkmenistan, there hasn’t been a good old dictatorship to gawp at with incredible awe in a long time. North Korea has remained wonderfully insane since the Korean War, and went largely unnoticed to all but the South Koreans until George W. Bush added the peninsula to his Axis of Evil.

Having taken an active interest in the DPRK for many years due to my history background, I’ve heard everything about the “Democratic” “People’s” “Republic”. The funny thing is, pretty much all of it is true; it’s the country that creates the benchmark for unbelievable rumours about other places.

For example, the roads of North Korea’s capital, Pyongyang, as well as any other areas deserving of an infrastructure (read: none), are famously designed to allow jet fighters to land. They would probably have little difficulty avoiding traffic either; an estimated 9% of the 300,000 road vehicles in the country are privately owned - in most cases by government officials.

“Mass Games” are the country’s version of the Olympics, except much more regular and perhaps more entertaining - if you can ignore the slave-like conditions the performers are subject to. 100,000 people synchronise to hold coloured boards to depict famous scenes of North Korean freedom, strength of will and superiority - like Nuremburg without the torches, I suppose. And more gymnastics. They are played to only around 5-10,000 visitors, making it akin to the England football team and their opposition watching the supporters having a kick-about in the stands.

A scene from the Mass Games in the May Day Stadium, Pyongyang.

However, what typifies North Korea's both fascinating and unbelievably worrying motives is through what many have branded Propaganda Village, or Kijong-dong. It lies on the heavily-patrolled demilitarised zone (DMZ) between North and South Korea. I still have no idea why they have kept up the charade for so long.

Purely for show, the North Koreans fabricated an entire village to show off their wares to the South, using actors and actresses to cut the grass, turn the lights on in most buildings at the exact same time, and pretend to live happy, poverty-free lives in the houses.

It sounds pretty silly given that 1,000,000 DPRK and 600,000 South Korean soldiers man the border. It doesn’t help that everyone knows that the North side of the DMZ is heavily landmined, particularly around the houses.

After the recent development of high-intensity binoculars, it's been noticed that the 'houses' have neither rooms nor windows. The same actress from one house has been known to hang out the same five items of washing every day. For 15 years. You'd think they'd actually try to make it more believable, wouldn't you?

Kijong-dong, the "Propaganda Village". Note the world's tallest flagpole.

Things have died down in the village since the flagpole war of the 70s. I know, it’s hard to believe things could ever get back to normal after such an international crisis.

Kijong-dong, as a result of the battle, has the world's tallest flagpole measuring 160m, proudly flying the North Korean flag at its peak. It wasn't as big before, but after the South Koreans in Taeseong-dong decided that it would be a laugh (in a very tit-for-tat way) to make one bigger, the DPRK responded within hours to make theirs even taller.

How nicer a place would the world be if we dedicated our resources into flagpole construction? It would be cheaper in the very least and still convey the metaphor for the unnecessary stockpiles of weapons as seen in the Cold War and in the present day. On top of this, the flagpole would still be useful, unlike every nuclear weapon in the world after the first dozen or so.

The North Koreans, just to make sure that they covered both sides of terra firma, dug tunnels too. Four to be exact (…and counting, no doubt). They thought that the old ‘coal mining’ excuse ought to be one good enough to dig, in one case, a mile-long tunnel 246ft below the ground with full concrete support, lighting and a boatload of military supplies.

When the Southerners found it (after seeing steam coming out of the floor), they were immediately gunned down. The tunnel could shift a division of troops (around 2,000) in an hour. They even went to all the effort of painting the granite black to pretend it was actually coal. Genius.

Really, though. Who are they trying to fool?

Now in 2008, after a brief 15-year period of being utterly broke, the North Korean government decided to finish a few things. These nigh-on complete buildings and ridiculously ornate sculptures are testaments to Kim Jong-il and his dead Head of State father, Kim Il-sung.

The most striking is, no doubt, the 26m high bronze statue of Kim Il-sung in the centre of Pyongyang. Many say it’s impossible to ever grasp the size of it - still, it certainly makes you think of just how much money it cost, especially given that there are no natural resources of bronze in the entire peninsula.

Statue of Kim Il-sung, Pyongyang.

The strangest is the Ryugyong Hotel - started in 1987, stopped in 1992, restarted about two months ago. It's absolutely huge - 105 floors to be exact. After messing up the foundations (mostly due to leaving it for so long), Balfour Beatty are apparently finishing the job for them. To quote a visitor regarding the hotel, “nobody talks about it. Ask them a question and they immediately talk about something else. It’s a very sore subject.”

Esquire found that official pictures of the Pyongyang skyline had rendered it invisible, completely deleting it from view. Only somewhere like North Korea could try and fool its own people into thinking that a 1,000ft skyscraper didn’t exist.

Still, it’s not the first time. Mike Chinoy, a former reporter for CNN, compared the hotel to a problem of Kim Il-sung, the eternal leader and aforementioned dead Head. He had a giant calcium deposit on his neck for his dying days which the media tried to cover up completely. It was down to childhood malnutrition, apparently. Only one picture actually proves it existed, taken at a time by which point it was the size of a baseball. It was clearly visible, however hard officials tried to hide it from view.

Still, the Ryugyong Hotel is amazing to see. The Juche Tower is breathtaking too, alongside the Arch of Reunification and the Proletariat Freedom sculpture - all beautiful testaments to what is a corrupt leadership. It proves that a military dictatorship gets stuff done though, I guess.

Statue to the Freed Proletariat, Pyongyang.

If you wonder if the vast majority of North Koreans are on the side of their leaders, it’s worth looking at the reaction of Kim Il-sung’s people to his death. I doubt even Jesus would get such a send-off if his second coming went awry.

It's like there's nothing else to do in the country except worship the leaders. Then again, judging by the amount of electricity and illumination in North Korea, I'm not exactly surprised; see if you can guess which is North and which is South (that is to say, if you're not a whizz with a compass).

A comparison between North and South Korean electricity grids

And yet the world needs extremes like North Korea. As backward and despotic as it is, as well as throwing the sheer notion of human rights out of the window, it makes us feel better about ourselves. It also supplies us with endless pub facts, staggering photos and unbelievable happenings.

The tours are getting bigger and better by the day. And you know what? Alongside Chernobyl, it’s top of my list of places to go. Might as well do something interesting on holiday though, right?

Saturday 7 June 2008

The Latest (Column): Adverts: the good, the bad and the downright lazy

After a general rant over adverts on my blog, I saw a good opportunity to wrangle it into a column for The Latest. My love/hate relationship with adverts has grown recently, and I'm sure you'll associate with the reasons as to why this is the case. Read it below or at The Latest!


I love watching adverts now - it's the best showcase of television. Why? Because the fickle nature of the human being is perfectly reflected in their ever changing ways. They reflect the products we wish we had until we buy them and they are upgraded so that we want purchase the same thing again.

They play upon recent socio-cultural changes to get the best impact, humour and relevance. Most importantly, perhaps, is that they now have to be brilliant to capture our attention enough to stop us from making coffee, picking up the phone or going to the loo.

Thankfully, I think they're getting much better. I actively watch adverts now just to see how a product is offered to the nation. Out of these, three ads have jumped out to me - all of which have consulted major advertising agencies to help them work - and work they do.

I think my favourite in recent months is the Brains-based Drench advert which actually made me remember the name of the brand. Although I think that the people who buy bottled water can be described as Evian spelt backwards, it hit the spot. Even if it isn’t full puppet work but computer generated, it taps into the nation’s nostalgia at a time where we need humour, stupidity and a breakdancing Gerry Anderson marionette.

The next lovable advert was more of a sigh of relief than anything. Vauxhall, advertising their relatively boring family hatchbacks, have done away with the two insufferable children from their Meriva and Zafira adverts. In several ‘original’ and ‘hilarious’ role-reversal adverts, the children were the adults and vice-versa, with the kids musing about their parents playing games and dropping plates, as well as talking to the Indian kid next door who couldn't act for toffee (although I assume the other two could, judging by their build).

The new commercial is, with the help of a decent advertising agency (which I believe to be Lowe), one of the cleverest concepts on TV and could probably be a good basis for a TV show if brainless executives weren't afraid of unique ideas like Arrested Development.

With people changing the landscape to suit their needs - buildings moving inwards to allow cars to drive down alleys, pushing goalposts away into the ground, that sort of thing - Vauxhall have hit the mark by reflecting this image back to their foldaway chairs and spacious MPVs. If I had £15k, a family, a need for a car and a no claims bonus as long as this rant, I’d actually consider thinking about buying one.

As a disclaimer to the final commercial, I don’t really like Saatchi & Saatchi. This is mainly due to Charles' marriage to sexy-but-a-pain-in-the-face Nigella Lawson, who insists on pretending to be a cook for the proletariat yet still insisting on inviting her "friends" to dinner on TV (which all happen to be multi-millionaires).

They did, however, make a very clever advert for Visa recently, based on the popular “get our card, get everything you need, especially if all of your friends are grade A idiots on your stag night” concept. A naked man in the desert runs, picking up various items along the way, to his own wedding, where he arrives suited and booted with a ring, a shave and a sharp suit. Very impressive.

However, advertising is not as blessed as I make it out to be.

Adverts can also show their slovenly side with the most ridiculous money-saving (read: wasting) technique used by European or international companies. The process is:

1) Get rubbish advert from the continent
2) Make no effort to change it to make it culturally relevant
3) Dub it with differently-accented voices
4) Throw it into the British market

The only one that ever got away with it was the ad for Ferrero Rocher at the Ambassador‘s Reception. Still, if you watch it closely it exhibits all of the symptoms of today's lazy advertising - which is a good 20 years forward from this precursor to the trend. I think, given it was the first of its kind, it wasn't too bad; besides, the set wasn't exactly cheap and it's still an immortal advert.

Still, after seeing an advert for a yoghurt made by Dr. Oetker called Paula (I mean, come on...), which is coloured like a cow (white and brown flavour, I assumed), I couldn't help but wonder why the company would go to such effort to make a single-language advert only to re-dub it to make it look shoddy.

If anything, dubbing an advert constitutes a lack of foresight in production. If it's an international product release, it needs a simple voiceover with moving images that can be changed to make it not sound like foreign muck when it hits our screens - just British muck, which is somehow better in our collective eyes.

Of course, we're not without our own disgraceful attempts at advertising. My favourite is definitely for Bold Infusions' White Diamond and Lotus Flower fragrance washing powder. Sorry, what?

What do they smell like?! I’m sure a lotus flower smells nice, but I haven‘t been to Vietnam recently to find out. White diamond though? Why would they market it as a potential fragrance for washing clothing? To make it sound as pretentious as possible? It’s like releasing dodo and panda flavoured crisps.

You can't advertise perfume and aftershave effectively, never mind fragrances that you know don't exist. Still, perfume manufacturers insist on communicating their scent via the strangest of advertising methods:

1) Get attractive man or woman, preferably a famous one you can pay £500,000 for 20 minutes of work
2) Get them to imply that beauty and attraction is all due to the perfume
3) Make it for a 5 to 10 second time slot
4) Make them look coyly into the camera, or make them lark about in general - skipping from post to post as waves crash behind them, for example
5) Show the bottle and say the brand name alone in a gruff yet sexy French accent like "LAH-COST-UH" or "CH'NEHL"

Whether it's Nicole Kidman talking rot for 3 minutes for Chanel No. 5 in an ad directed by Baz Luhrman that cost upwards of £20m (which they'd never get back through sales alone), or that unfeasibly attractive happy-go-lucky scamp on the Lacoste advert, it makes me wait for the day that Willy Wonka perfects his chocolate-via-TV teleportation technology so I can push a nuclear warhead back through my TV just for them.

All-in-all, advertising is the glue that holds TV together - soon to be the foundations upon which programming is built, such as it is in the United States. Whatever happens, I’m not worried - the British humour will always leak through and produce some of the finest works of television. With money to be made and agencies to be hired, things can only get better - but others will still continue to counteract this platform.

Wednesday 4 June 2008

The Latest: Pig's head nailed to door of Asian centre

After reading an extraordinary story in the press, I decided to report it on The Latest. Read it on the site or, if you're too lazy to click that link, continue below!


A pig’s head was nailed to the door of an Asian community centre in Cornwall, prompting police to patrol the area after several racist attacks on the building.

In a scene reminiscent of The Godfather, the pig’s head was used as a shock and awe tactic by perpetrators who have built up a steady campaign of hatred against the centre over the last two weeks.

The latest addition to the troubled centre was discovered today in Quenchwell, six miles north of Falmouth, where graffiti has already covered the building, including the words “leave now” and “freedom”.

Tipu Choudhury, the owner of the centre as well as several Indian restaurants in the area, said that he was “saddened and shocked” by the racist elements at work.

The attacks against the community centre, formerly a Methodist chapel which is now used by Muslims, Christians, Buddhists and Hindus in the area, prompted Choudhury to question the motives behind the crime.

“I think they have misunderstood the intentions behind the centre,” said Choudhury, adding that the building was not a mosque.

He added that the variety of religions that the centre brings together allows celebration of faith and culture from all backgrounds.

“It is totally out of order,” said Insp Mark Richards of Devon and Cornwall Police.

“The graffiti is offensive not only to Asians, Asian religions, but also to Christians and Cornish nationalists whose name is taken in vain.”

The police plan to update the centre on a daily basis, which will continue to operate as normal.