Coming home... and other stuff.

'Scuse the lack of updatage again. Although my 3 readers per day are very important to me I can't help but feel I'm losing steam with this blog. Just as well I'm coming home then, soon isnt it?

What was that?... that woke you up didn't it.

Yeh, I decided it would be wise to call it a day at the end of September lest I run out of money and can't get home. So the year travelling and working around Japan didn't quite happen, due to me having decided to work in a cornershop while all my friends were at university (well done, Stu). But I can still say I had a five month holiday in Tokyo. I've got two weeks left. That's like a holiday in itself, so I'm not grumbling.

What am I going to miss most about Tokyo? I can't really say theres any one thing about this city that I'll miss more than any other. I'll just miss living here. It's been great, but then I havn't had to work so I guess not having to work in any city is great. But I feel like I've made a second home here and I'll definitely be coming back. I'll miss the friends I've made... some more than others (they know who they are), and I'm looking forward to visiting them in their respective countries and for them to come to England where I'll somehow have to try and make my country seem interesting to them.

I won't miss Japanese television. It is crap. And I'm sure I would still hold that view if I could understand Japanese. Their crazy gameshows are famous the world over, but in reality you'd have to be flicking through the channels non stop for over a fortnight to randomly come across one of the better ones (no, I didn't test this evaluation).

I won't miss the mosquitoes. Bastards. I'm currently sporting nine extra nipples, resembling mini-volcanoes, on my arms and hands. And they really really itch. And they hurt, too, where I've been scratching the magma out of them (or milk, whichever simile you prefer). Nine for crying out loud.

I mean... Cheeky bastards. If they're really desperate for my blood they only have to ask nicely and I'd happily give them a drink. Why to they have to put me in such agony for the sake of what, one milligram? That's like some dirty scag-head comimg up to you in the street and stabbing you in the scrotum with an AIDS infected needle while he takes 10p out of your wallet. Now imagine nine of the wankers.

The first thing you think is "Oi. Give me my 90p back!!!"

I'm coming down with something, too. I hope it's just a cold, and not malaria or something. But whatever it is, I hope I get home before it kills me (maybe I should be touching something wooden right now... ahh, there it is... ooohhh, naughty... anyway...). My legs and arms feel weak as though some chunks of muscle have painlessly fallen off, and I actually feel cold, which isn't something I've said too many times this past five months.

But, some pills, plenty of water (Mother Nature's medicine), and a couple of good night's sleep should do the trick. In all honesty I want my mummy, but I'll just have to wait another two weeks. I'm really looking forward to seeing everyone again. I'm gonna miss Tokyo, and I'm gonna miss my new friends, but man, I just want one of my Mum's roast dinner's and a proper bath.