the yosh man cometh

Been at home for a week now, and already resemble a fattened hog. Spent the first few days indoors, watching as Northern Ireland tried, with no inconsiderate amount of success, to become the worlds biggest puddle. It made no difference to me, as I was quite content to munch on everything and anything edible and within reach, and bask in the fuzzy glory of the world's most brilliant idea - central heating! Asian countries take note.

The last three days were spent chugging about in a rented car. In the original plan, I had foreseen a trip designed to take in the glories of the West coast and show Miki the rugged beauty inherent in this fair country. That plan was scuppered when, on the back of a hastily stuck together flight of fancy, Becky Feeny and the Yosh-monster flew in to say hello so we all went to Dublin and sat in various pubs, drinking. My old mate Seamus showed up. Merriment was made.

I should point out at this juncture to those outside the loop (of knowledge) that Becky and Yoshi are friends of mine from when I was in Japan and who currently reside in Dundee. They wanted to come over at New Years for our giant party, but plans to visit Yoshi's family got in the way, so they came over for a blink-and-you'll-miss-'em weekend whirlwind jaunt. After our night in Dublin we headed North, back to the civilised world, to visit another Japan alumni, Robbie. Another night in the pub saw a very bored Miki who got fed up listening to our Nippon reminiscing after the third hour, but she consoled herself the next day by purchasing a foot long German sausage for lunch in Belfast the next day. No jokes please.

Three days, two capitals, many many beers, but no pictures. We forgot our camera and Becky is a modern day luddite who keeps digital technology at an arms length claiming "sure I'd just break it." So we bought a disposable that will probably never get developed. But it was a good weekend.