The coach I rode to the airport on was fancy. Most of the journey involved sitting. As a vegetarian, the leather seats made me feel comfortably uncomfortable. The blue lights lighting the coach’s interior felt vaguely futuristic, as if I were in one of the earlier Star Treks, only with a higher budget. (more…)
Just chilling out waiting for my sofas to be taken away. Oh wait, that was five hours ago, and I still have my sofas. They won’t budge. I’m starting to wonder if they’re cursed – the mere suggestion of my sofas needing to be taken away is enough to turn even the most respectable house clearance professional into a paragon of unreliability. (more…)
I met my girlfriend about a year and a half ago at aikido. Aikido’s what I love to do, and one day she showed up to training with a friend, and stuck at it. We didn’t really talk very much, not until I found out she was into philosophy. Man, philosophy rocks. And cute girls who’re into philosophy? You may as well give me cocaine ’cause I’m hooked. (more…)
Recently I’ve been getting ready for my move and doing irreverent things like going to Centre Parcs. My flat is still full of too much stuff but at least I’ve cancelled my phone and internet contracts now. Spending time recently with so many people has made me realise how much I’m leaving friends behind. And I’ve still got a few more friends to see before I go so I’m making the most of every minute of it. (more…)
I was walking to work today feeling a little impatient. Half-term is over so there were kids and parents dashing in and out of the school entrances along my route. It’s kind of like if there’s a beehive on a doorway and you have to perfectly time your dash through it to avoid any trouble. Okay, I guess it’s not exactly the same. This is more like a tunnel – door after door of beehives – it takes probably about two minutes to traverse the danger zone. And in my case there are two of them.
How much does it cost to live in Japan? Now that’s a good question. Some people say Japan is expensive, others say it’s inexpensive. Thanks internet, how did we make do before you? After a lot of research, I’ve decided it’s really another question in disguise. I don’t know if you’ll like it or not but I feel it’s my duty to tell you anyway. Hey, that’s me – always looking out for your best interests. So what’s the real question then? Okay, I’ll tell you: The real question is, “how low are your standards?”
Alright, so my home country (that’s the UK, or Britain for you international readers) had its general election yesterday. This time around I got properly into it, which doesn’t usually happen. Apparently I even interviewed a member of the Cabinet – I know, I’ll have to be more careful about that. Well, the election results are now in, and you know what I have to say? I’ll give you a hint: it rhymes with, “Thank God I’m moving to Iran.”