"Never put a sock in a toaster..."

...And never brush your teeth with Dove foaming face-wash.

That is all.

To Aggy

Around the time of night I wrote that last post, I went through almost all the photos on my Mac.

And I found this composite shot of Aggy that I took with my old phone.

:o)

To Aggy.

Hearing myself think

Tonight, for the first time in a very, very long time, I was able to hear myself think.

It felt good.

It had to do with tidying up some loose ends in the recent year. Specifically, the wonderful Jamie. And I found myself resurrecting my UK phone to get some pictures off it. This led to me looking through all my old photos on the Mac...

I haven't felt good about myself for a long time. The Cat isn't helping me feel that way, and I don't know if I'm helping him either. But tonight I felt really good, looking back on pictures of people I've known for years in some cases, for days in others.

I can hear myself think. It's amazing. No distractions, no noise (none that I can't filter out, at least), no internet. Not even the temptation to read. Just me, the disconnected Mac, my sofa, and tea. A man could get lost out there in the world. Especially here.

I think the solution starts with a haircut. I know that sounds vain and shallow. But it starts there. Then we upgrade the rest of the body.

And fix some broken links along the way.

My two boys, Andy and Ben, made me smile tonight. :o)

And, for the first time since Christmas, I let myself listen to Little Bear again...

Near the End of Aggy

I found this picture of me and the Aussie, taken on 3rd September last year. I was less than ten days away from leaving the country, and he'd just landed a swanky job in Canary Wharf for an insurance firm. Life was about to get very exciting for both of us!

Age's ex always said the Aussie never took a bad picture :o)

# Galaxia by Moonman (Eliot J. Remix)

First Night in McHida

Hello from my new aparment!!

This is a momentous night for me. Which is nice, because there's plenty of noise outside, most of it from motorbikes or the kind of modded cars that one imagines from "The Fast and The Furious 3: Tokyo Drift" ;oD

Anyway, enough of that. It's amazing to finally, after 12 years of being an official adult, have my own place. Where I don't have to worry about what someone else does with their stuff. Where they keep it. What hours they keep.

Where the kitched stuff is new. I know this, because I laid out a lot of money to get it.

But the kitchen is huge and clean. And the fridge, gas hob and washing machine are all very new and shiny. So much so, that I've only used the fridge so far. The cat and I called in on Saturday to clean and install stuff, then again yesterday after the Ikea trip that nearly broke him. Then again today when I finally FINALLY had a bed. From which I am now typing. It is a futon. I am in Japan. This is going to be an interesting exercise. The cat, slyly, bought cockroach-killing devices. Unlike in Britain, where cockroaches are practically unheard of, in Japan they are all over the place in the summer. I am trying to reconcile myself to this. But the fact of the matter is that my fear of claustrophobia paled in comparison to my fear of reaching out and encountering a cockroach. So I closed all the doors (apart from the wardrobe). And I'm now sitting here in the dull light. My first act of independence was watching a movie uninterrupted (Green Street, which is really good once you get past Charlie Hunnam doing another dodgy accent), after the absolutely religiously compulsory moving-in cup of tea. For which I had no milk. So I went to check out the nearest "Kombini" (Engrish for "convenience store"). Not bad, although mysteriously the kid on duty was making "oden", which I thought were winter food. Muh...

Anyway, there's no interweb connection here, but I thought I'd at least type up something to commemorate being a thirty-year-old man who finally has his own place. Not that I'll be getting up to some of the hijinks that I suspected when I got here, as I'm now rather happily settled with the Cat. Even if I do consider drowning him in a river every couple of days, he still makes me smile. Aw.... Apologios.

Right, time for bed.

When I want ;oD

Oyasumi!