The beginning of November has not been that pleasant for me over the last few years, oddly in contradition to October when I seem to change countries. Six years ago November started off just like all the other months with nothing obvious coming up. I was living in Ireland at the time so I think Guy Fawkes featured somewhere, the weather was getting brisk and cold, but working late into the night at a cosy bar made that bearable.

Then my world started to collaspe.

Step 0.5 was getting a message to phone my brother. As my brother and I didn’t really chat all that much this could not be good. It wasn’t Mum had a lump in her breast and was off for a biopsy. Not good, but not earth shattering.

Step 1 – Nov 11 Sunday, closing the bar two guys in balaclava rush out of the toilets with pistol and shotgun, aimed and you can guy who and the manager. Being tied up pleading not to be shot is one of the more defining events in a life and not one I would wish on anyone. Wondering if, then hoping you would be shot first so you don’t have to hear the sound of the bullet still makes me go cold. Obviously I survived to write this story, but its taken alot of time to put some of the pieces back together.

Step 2 – Nov 13 – Tuesday, after 48 hours of puking and shitting and sweating everything out of my body, and when not visiting the bathroom paralysised under a montain of blanets by shock I emerged to view the world again, then got called by my father with biospy results. My mother had breast cancer. I remember very clearly two things from that day. a) walking into the bar and being asked if I was okay, my reply was not I’m not, I feel like I’m coming apart at the ends. b) walking into the main town looking at the sky and thinking well, you may as well hit me with the rest, cos I’m really down in the gutter and nothing else is going to hurt. Step 3 was the betrayel of a friend of 16 years who threw that all away to score a couple of cheap points in a deadly game that eventually lead to me packing everything into a box and leaving Ireland to protect my life, rather than remain and testify.

No – november is not a good month for me.

Just when you think its all ticking along nicely something has to tip over the ink well and spill it all over the neat pages of your life. I spent most of Tuesday at the doctors clinic, and hey the good news is that my cholestoral is well normal finally! But theres a bit of a problem brewing else. There is no definitive diagnosis yet but the one that is scaring the shit out of me cannot yet be ruled out.

Been playing around with a new picture gallery toy on the internet.

The Big Picture Gallery

I’ve posted a cut down and edited version on the Kyoto in Autumn pictures.

Would you believe that when you boil it all down I actually missed my new adopted home. And after all the heartache of adjusting that was a shock.

"True Friendship"
(With none of that Sissy Crap!!!!)

You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card – just the stone cold truth of our great friendship.

1. When you are sad — I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you that way.
2. When you are blue — I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
3. When you smile — I will know you finally got laid.
4. When you are scared — I will rag on you about it every chance I get.
5. When you are worried — I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit ! whining.
6. When you are confused — I will use little words.
7. When you are sick — Stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don’t want catch whatever you have.
8 . When you fall — I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.
9. This is my oath….. ! I pledge it to the end. "Why?" you may ask."because you are my friend".

Friendship is like peeing your pants, everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth.

Send this to "all 10" of your friends, then get depressed because you can only think of four!!! (don’t send it back to me….I don’t want to hear it!!!)

And remember….when life hands you Lemons, ask for tequila and salt and call me over

(2007 September – If only I realised at the time how this was going to be so true!  15 days later I was diagnosed with cancer and really found out about friends.)

Single occupant
Bathroom is locked. Why knock? Door
Didn’t lock itself.

For this and more little gems check out

Office Haiku

It’s certainly made life at the office a little more amusing.

I’ve noticed somehtibg while walking around the centre of Sydney. My first
reaction was how small it was, but that’s an unfair observation based on
relative experience. Once putting this aside I really started to look
around and then noticed what a wonderful mix of new and old the buildings
are.

I guess in Japan if its not over a thousand years old it’s game on to tear
it down and replace with something modern of dubious arhitectual merits.

Sydney being relatively young still values the buildings of yesteryear, and
its not until they are absent are they missed. A message to the planners
of Sydney ‘don’t rip your history down’
— Sent from My Blackberry Wireless Handheld —

Well its time come back! Just been through duty free and remembered to
pick up some sparkling shiraz. Well. The lady saw me coming

‘Do you have sparkling shiraz?’
‘Right this way.’
‘That’s it I’ll take a bottle.’
‘Just one sir?’.
‘Two bottles then’.
‘If you buy three bottles you get a 10% discount.’
‘I can take three bottles into Japan.?’
‘Of course.’
‘Well then three bottles it is then.’

Three bottles are duely selected and prepared for packing.

‘Your not carrying any other wine are you?’
‘No, just a tin of spaghetti and a bottle of mint sauce.’

The ‘oh my god, he’s a fruit loop and he looked so normal expression’.

I think she gave me double packing on the bag in case I had future plans to
swing the bag wildly around my head and they feared legal proceedings.
Might explain why the second bag was inside out with no label showing.

If only she knew that sparkling shiraz is the perfect starter for a dinner
party of roast lamb and roast lamb really mint sauce to really make the taste buds
tingle.

The tin of spaghetti I hear you asking – well that’s has to do with the
morning after brekky!!!!

So my place roast dinner – lambo with sparkling shiraz, sorry no breakfast
only one tin of spagola.

It is hsrd to believe that I have been here for 1 year now. Time flys when
you cannot tell the time! Oddly the language lessons are paying off as
things being said around me are registering. I am nowing waiting for a
flight to Sydney and already it is a little disconcerting having so many
conversations in english going on around me. Its like the filters are
currently wide open so its all flooding in. I am curios to find out how
long it will be before I drown it all out again. I’ll get back to you on
that.
— Sent from My Blackberry Wireless Handheld —

It is hard to believe that I have been here for 1 year now. Time flys when
you cannot tell the time! Oddly the language lessons are paying off as
things being said around me are registering. I am now waiting for a
flight to Sydney and already it is a little disconcerting having so many
conversations in english going on around me. Its like the filters are
currently wide open so its all flooding in. I am curious to find out how
long it will be before I drown it all out again. I’ll get back to you on
that.