Tuesday, 4 September 2007

Jetlag, day four

It's fairly pathetic, but it always takes me about 5 days to get over jetlag...

I got back on Saturday morning. Shared a bus journey with the guy from the next office, so that sped things up. Then I got back home (with keys, SO gratefully rediscovered in my hand luggage at the Narita carousel), and read a wise text message from Dr B, recommending staying up until 10 pm. I.e., about 9 hours away by the time I read it. Rubbish.

What can a boy do?

I dropped my bags off at home, had a shower, found myself ravenous, and ducked out to Wan Zhu Ji (pronounced ワンツーチ) for some of their lovely white-sesame tan-tan men. I got it almost right. Although the crazed tramp who sat beside me for the meal put a bit of a spoiler on it. Actually, I felt bad for him, the poor guy. But he at least made me stop dead when, after shouting and raving throughout his whole, precious meal, he said "o kane" and that was it. No more shouting "ko-e...aehapewof apzisdoiaWIOFni" over and over... just wandered off in contented, ramen-filled silence.

By this time, I was really spaced. So I wandered around town for a short while, then headed back to Tsutaya to pick up something to keep me awake. I opted for Lucky Number Slevin (get it! It's brilliant!), and something Japanese: A Day on the Planet (きょうのできごと). The first movie, I got through about a third of before sleep came. Then I watched the next third waiting for The Cat to come down. Then the final bit when he was there. Great movie....

Lastnight, then, I ended up watching my second ever Tsubumaki Satoshi film. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, That's incredible -- I always wanted to watch two of his films. Well, even if you only get to live out half of that ambition, you'll be in for a treat if it's either The Waterboys (very funny), or A Day on the Planet. Actually, that's not entirely true. The first movie is always worth getting (with subtitles if you're a non-Japanese speaking person like me), the second one is great if you're spaced out on jetlag, cos it's very relaxing and quite cute.

Ergo, whatever. Hahaa.

In other news, the last two weeks were pretty successful on most fronts, apart from word on when I'm supposed to finish up here. I met Mr M and Sperm (now an actual comedian, as opposed to just an eejit), Neilo (obviously), Ben N, Sarita, Simon, the future Mr Simon, their new place (still being finished), had a nice time at home with the folks, had an outpouring of grief with Paddy (poor lad), told Mum about the Cat (not all positive, oops), had fun with some people I've come to regard as good friends in Dublin, and didn't make a complete twat of myself. A fairly clean scoresheet (just wipe off a few of those smudges, there... oh no, that's just my MacBook Pro's dodgy screen... boo hoo!).

There. Back to the grindhorse, then!

Sunday, 26 August 2007

Post Paddy-discussions

What to do....

Met up with Paddy tonight. Which is to say, he came down to the homestead to pick me up to go for a cheap'n'cheerful pub meal. Which turned out to be not so cheerful as we discussed life stuff. But it was a nice chat. Then I vented massively about Teh Cat in the car as we idled outside the homestead, post-meal.

It's clearly not looking good, based on what I was saying tonight. Despite ringing TC back earlier today to try and encourage him.

It was the first time I'd had a chance to really talk with someone who knows me very well, and he wasn't impressed with my painting of the cat at all. I'm still sore from being accused of having an affair. It's still raw, and hasn't got better. Being asked to bring back a "sorry" present for losing my temper, while he still hasn't apologised for his massive outburst, isn't really helping. Ego ego ego...

Maybe it's time to draw this anticlimax to a close?

Who knows...?

Oh, and against this backdrop, news from LS that he and his new man are buying a flat together and have never been happier. I don't see that future for me and the Cat. That's awful, isn't it? At least, it's not encouraging.

G'night jim-bob.

Saturday, 18 August 2007

Fecked


I got up 25.5 hours ago. Granted, I actually slept on the flight over for a bit, but I have red blotches on my eyes which aren't a good look. So this time, I'm not staying up late. I can't: I'm about to pass out!

Tried a pint of Genius tonight, but it wasn't going down that well...

Monday will bring compulsory Guinness, so maybe I should lay off til then!

Breakfast in Gatwick tomorrow.

お休み!

Monday, 13 August 2007

Seen on a shopping bag on the 小田急 line this afternoon

"What is considered?"

<picture of a very cutepuppy stretching forward out of his basket>

"I want to understand you.

Please be together all the time.

I want to know what is considered."

I love Japanese English ☆

Wednesday, 8 August 2007

After a year-long break

...I have re-joined the league of people who go gymming.

Would say more but it's late, and it would only be about the Cat and I rowing (rhymes with "bowing") (appropriately for this case), no plans for O bon, and Dublin trip in 9 days.

Eep.