unnaturally blonde

WE HAD finished the tom yam and green curry at Good Evening Bangkok, paid the bill, seen the initial start of the Monaco Grand Prix, expressed sympathy in respect of Oliver Panis' clutch problem and his resulting relegation to the end of the starting grid, watched the re-start, watched some 8tv crew prepare for what looked like a party for mandarin-speaking youngsters (there were banners in mandarin) in the adjacent section of the restaurant, begun to walk out of the restaurant, frozen in our steps in front of the tv screen upon spotting billowing grey smoke followed by a flying Sauber, and finally decided to continue on our way and watch the rest of Monte Carlo at home; WHEN a bunch of blonde-and-wispy-haired guys followed by a pack of youths came scurrying by in our direction, towards the restaurant entrance. we stared and shifted our steps to make way for the stampede of ah bengs (apologies to any readers who sport unnaturally blonde tresses) while speculating as to what the commotion could be about. probably people late for the party.

as we continued walking away, the portion of the restaurant occupied by 8tv erupted with squeals and applause.

i think we had just walked into a troupe of canto-pop celebrities on their way to making their grand entrance at the "youngsters' party".

forgive the ignorant old fogeys, kids. we can tell the difference between F4 and F1 but that's probably it...

(disclaimer: i'm not saying they were F4, i still don't know who they were!)