Lynx has definitely arrived

There's a bunch of students/young lads out in the corridor, and it's overpowering...

Mind you, last autumn you couldn't find an effective men's deodorant to save yer life.

Yes, this is probably the lesser evil.

There's a Japanese man talking to lots of ladies

He's about my age, and they're all about my mum's age. I don't know what is function is, but we're in Heathrow, so there are many possibilities.

He's trying to project an image of knowing what he's doing, so that leads me to believe he's some kind of tour guide.

I've missed Japan since I've been away. Now I've got just over an hour until my flight back there, and I'm ready for it. Had a reasonable night's sleep since about an hour after I checked in lastnight. And I've got my Nytol in the carry-on luggage. I'll attach proof, if proof later be needed of where I was when I wrote this post. But for now, I'm going to head for the departures area. I've had enough of shopping for one trip.

またね!

Post wedding-night blog

I'm trying to set myself a challenge.

I don't listen when anyone else sets it for me, so i might as well try to listen to myself.

The challenge is this: to keep in touch with my friends. I saw several people (many, in fact) at this wedding who tore strips off me for falling off the radar. The groom told me he wasn't sure if I was still alive. And hit me. Repeatedly. I forgot he was strong as well as lanky...

So the challenge is to keep in touch. Fairly easy to say, of course. But will I do it.

[namie amuro: should I love him]

I'd like to not be known as a bastard. Maybe I'm not, but I can't help thinking that's what I'm doing.

J n Mer 4 evva

Yesterday was Independence Day for the Americans. And No-More-Independence Day for the Cullybackey Man. An otherwise perfectly intelligent girl agreed to marry him in a monument on the North Coast of Ireland.

A more spectacular setting for an Irish wedding, I cannot think of. Bagpipes, wind rustling through huge sweeps of grass, a temple on the edge of a sea-cliff a ruined palace in the background, whiskey tasting after the wedding, a very happy bride and groom (apart from some crying down to "hay fever"), a ceili, good people around... and some talk of cross-dressing by someone deeply involved in the proceedings... even aside from the kilts we have to wear...

A really brilliant occasion. And ended up waking up on the least worst man's sofa. In my kilt.

Tired now. Will remember more thinky stuff laterer.

Back in the old country

I'm now back in my childhood home. Aside from the fussy internet access, and the parents' running commentary on what they find confusing about modern culture depicted on TV (hint: 98%), it's great to be back for a break.

The only other thing is that I'm away from my new flat. And there's no-one else there. That's weird. Except maybe The Cat; but I doubt he'll make the trip from Nakano-ku to Wild Wild Machida.

She's My Man has just come on the radio which brings back karaoke memories with the Brooks's in Round One two weeks ago. They'll be pleased...

Anyway, tomorrow, I'm off to Belfast to get fitted up to look like an idiot for Wednesday. Strangely at the same outfit hire place I went to for the geek formal nine years ago. Wonder if they still have my measurements on record. Could do with a laugh...

Odd being away from the Cat for this long a period now that we're actually getting along pretty well. He called today, bless him, just for a chat. He needs to get out more, but not the way that knocks him out for days.

Speaking of being knocked out... jetlag hasn't quite passed yet...

Must check out bus times for tomorrow, bus times for Tuesday, and a hotel for the night of the 10th.... Right, so!