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. |
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. |
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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. |