Something for everyone

A bit of a scrapbook this: I've been hunting back through all my photos of Japan and these are some of my favourites. More to follow, as always...

Mike and myself looking rather splendid in our contrasting pyjama bottoms.

Three people in "Jaws" raincoats, boarding the Jurassic Park ride at USJ. I wish I could have come up with a witty caption for this, but sometimes you just have to call it as you see it.

The stupidest hobby you could possibly have in a country where there are minor earth tremors every day of the week.

It is supposed that a picture says a thousand words. I think I can pretty much encapsulate this one with the phrase: "read it and weep."

Yes, I also look like I'm wearing an enormous condom.

The Great Stone Lion of Tennoji.

This 5,000 year-old artefact is said to house the spirits of the ancient Gods of Japan and it is believed that, when the land is threatened by the grisly spectre of international Communism, the Lion will roar, transforming the Red threat into a harmless collection of swallows and butterflies.

If you believed any of the above, perhaps you should consider subscribing to my new distance learning course: How to cure yourself of gullibility.

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Doraemon, in his various guises.


Osaka Privates FC: the greatest football team ever to stalk the green grass of Japan.

No-one knows how we actually got that name, since it was bestowed on us by some dunce of a tournament organiser although our manager had stuck the handle "Real Osaka" on the team's entry form. I wasn't unduly fussed, since I thought "Real Osaka" was a shite name anyway. I wanted to be called "Osaka Penguins."

The players themselves are a multicultural mix of English, Irish, American, Australian and Japanese, to name but the vast majority of nationalities represented.

The lad at the bottom left has a snore like a chainsaw, which is why I had to teach him the word "bastard."


When English teachers get drunk: from right to left, we have Julia (English), Shaun (shit-faced drunk), Rewi (to rhyme with "Kiwi," which covers but a small wee dram of his ethnic make-up.)

And the handsome son of a gun on the far left is, of course, my good self.

I'll finish this shambolic rambling of a page with one of my favourite jokes:

A schizophrenic walks into a bar- HEARD IT!

Heh, heh.

I don't get it