Waiting for lift off.

I have been thinking about athletics recently. You know, throwing a stick, throwing a piece of metal too heavy to throw or running pointlessly in circles. Images of these meaningless ball shy activities invoke the ancient oni Wey Ting.

Not long now and I will be leaving for Tokyo. The first thing I will do when I arrive is have a nice, long, Japanese style bath in a Japanese bathroom. Can it be possible to imagine what it has been like to go the last eight months without having a proper level of bath standards?

You cannot imagine how much my heart bleeds having to content myself with western European bath culture. The difference is clear and once you have enjoyed the experience of Japanese personal hygiene culture everything else is dreadfully second best!