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on a lighter note...
Shuichiro Tsukakoshi certainly isn't afraid to speak out either...
[It should be emphasised that this weblog and its author in no way condone Mr. Tsukakoshi's views...]
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a lecture on ethics?
Shintaro Ishihara, the governor of Tokyo, is back at his rabble-rousing once again: according to this piece in Japan Today, he recently made the obviously considered, carefully-researched, and well-thought-out comment that "Chinese people have no ethics and live like animals."
Thankfully, the majority of the people questioned in this vox-pop feature treat him and his remarks with the contempt that they deserve. Still, this man was elected governor, and seems to be an alarmingly mainstream figure despite his offensive views: it was extremely disconcering to see Morning Musume speaking with him on Japanese TV as if he were inoffensively harmless.
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nobody's perfect...
OK, so I haven't got around to writing up my thoughts on the 'Facts of Life' exhibition of Japanese art I visited on Saturday yet. While we're waiting, though, here's an excellent article about one of my favourite films of all time, Some Like It Hot. It's a review of a book on the film, a book that was on display in most of the bookshops we visited on Saturday, however, so there's a tenuous connection...
[If you've never seen the film, by the way, go out and rent it now. Right now. You won't regret it.]
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validity
from Rowan Pelling in the Independent on Sunday:
This is probably the only thing I have in common with
Rowan Pelling, successful columnist and editrice of the
Erotic Review. Nevermind...
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the only way is down...
'[Nabokov said that] he graded his students' first papers of the year very carefully and then collected but never bothered to read any of their later work: the first mark simply became the final grade for the course.
"Nobody ever improves .... What you are, you remain; what you know, perhaps you retain; but what I tell them now is unlikely to increase their qualitative ranking..."'
If I'd adopted the same approach to marking student essays that Vladimir Nabokov jokingly claims to have used in grading his students, I'd have been spared a lot of work this summer...
This anecdote is from the second volume of Brian Boyd's biography of Nabokov - Vladimir Nabokov: the Russian Years. Having bought a second-hand copy of the first volume nearly ten years ago, I'd almost given up hope of finding a cheap copy of the second when I happened to stumble upon one yesterday on a trip to London to see the Hayward Gallery's "Facts of Life: Contemporary Japanese art" exhibition. My impressions of the exhibition itself should follow soon...
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[necessary rebuilding]
[I'm going to be reorganising the site rather a lot over the next week or so, and this is the first step: all the entries I wrote in Japan are now available here. In time, I'll organise them properly and add an index, but for the moment the priority is just to clear up some of the clutter on this page.]
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London Fields redux...
While I'm on the subject of football [yet again] I also promised a couple of days ago to post an extract from Martin Amis's London Fields; specifically, the thug Keith Talent's summary of a football match between Queens Park Rangers and West Ham. So here it is:
'During the first half the Hammers probed down the left flank. Revelling in the space, the speed of Sylvester Drayon was always going to pose problems for the home side's number two. With scant minutes remaining before the half-time whistle, the black winger cut in on the left back and delivered a searching cross, converted by Lee Fredge, the East London striker, with inch-perfect precision. After the interval Rangers' fortunes revived as they exploited their superiority in the air. Bobby Bondavich's men offered stout resistance and the question remained: could the Blues translate the pressure they were exerting into goals? In the seventy-fourth minute Keith Spare produced a pass that split the visitors' defence, and Dustin Housely rammed the equalizer home. A draw looked the most likely result until a disputed penalty decision broke the deadlock five minutes from the final whistle. Keith Spare made no mistake from the spot. Thus the Shepherd's Bush team ran out surprise 2-1 winners over the ... over the outfit whose theme tune is "I'm forever blowing bubbles".'
Note the way Talent, like all good [or bad] sports reporters, single-mindedly avoids the repetition of any team or player name: thus Queens Park Rangers are variously 'the home side', 'Rangers', 'the Blues' and, finally, 'the Shepherd's Bush team', while West Ham become 'the Hammers', 'Bobby Bondavich's men', 'the visitors' and, desperately, 'the outfit [not 'team', which he's already used a moment earlier] whose theme tune is "I'm forever blowing bubbles"'
I really must reread London Fields...
and so should you...
[Not everybody likes it, though...]
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more on Peter Taylor ...
As a postscript to the anecdote about Peter Taylor below, I ought to add that his appointment yesterday as the new manager of Brighton & Hove Albion has a particular relevance to me since Brighton have been my 'second team' ever since they reached the F.A. Cup final in 1983 [and lost 4-0 to Manchester United in a replay, after an heroic 2-2 draw in the first game]. Though I've only ever seen them play twice [once on their return to Wembley for the 1991 Division Two Play-Off Final [lost 3-1], and once [or was it twice] away at Cambridge when they were struggling to stay in the football league], they're still the team whose result I look for straight after checking to see how Aylesbury United have done. Last season they won the Third Division title, and they're now near the top of the Second division, with pretty good prospects of achieving a second successive promotion. So, I wish Peter Taylor the best of luck, and hope that he can continue the excellent job begun by Mickey Adams.
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the second party
Our last week in Japan was, as I've mentioned before, a mad whirl of parties. One of the most enjoyable was a reunion with some of the students from my communication course classes. I'd like to thank everyone who came, and particularly Mr. Sato for organising the event. Perhaps Miss Itoh should also receive a mention for the way she refused to let her enthusiasm for the party be dampened by the fact that she had exams the following morning, and for her entertaining comic double-act with Mr. Horikawa.
Here, anyway, are the photos from the occasion. Thanks again to everyone: please stay in touch, and I hope I'll see you again someday.
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Match of the Day
I spent Saturday afternoon watching Aylesbury United play Atherstone in the F.A. Cup Third Qualifying Round. I can't have been to a game for at least two years, but nothing significant seemed to have changed. The crowd was smaller [500 or so, on a pleasant, warmish autumn afternoon], the price of admission had gone up [7 pounds], and there were none of the players I remembered from my previous visits, but the experience was essentially the same as before, with all the familiar rituals involved in watching football at this level: standing not much more than a metre from the pitch, half of the crowd changing ends at half-time, and occasionally witty dialogue between the players and the crowd...
The last of these rituals reminds of a game I saw at home to Hendon nearly ten years ago, when Peter Taylor, until a week ago the Leicester City boss, was the away side's player-manager. He must have been in his forties then, and so, when there was a break in play for another player to receive attention from the physio, I joined in the usual banter by shouting [reasonably politely] the suggestion that he ought to take a rest while he had the opportunity.
To my surprise, Taylor not only heard this but took exception to it, coming over to the side of the pitch to ask who'd made the comment. When I admitted responsibility, he challenged me to demonstrate which one of us was fitter, him or me.
I could perhaps have pointed out that I'd been working in a factory since eight that morning, so I might be a little tired, but it didn't occur to me and, anyway, I couldn't realistically have pretended that it would have made any difference. Instead, I apologised, and Taylor returned to the pitch to resume the game. He had the last laugh there, as well, as Hendon scored a last-minute winner to win the game 3-2.
In Saturday's game, Atherstone took the lead early in the first half after Aylesbury had briefly seemed to be on top. Shortly afterwards, though, they had a man sent off for what turned out to be the first in a series of excessively dirty challenges. Despite their numerical advantage, however, Aylesbury didn't equalise until the second half, but then swept forward and scored two more in the final ten minutes as the away side rather fell apart. 3-1, then, to United, and an away tie at Yeading in the final qualifying round in two weeks' time.
(I don't remember ever having written a report on a football match before, outside of the [wish-fulfillment] sports stories I wrote when I was a schoolboy. Doing so now reminds me alarmingly of an episode in Martin Amis's London Fields, when Keith Talent [a darts-obsessed wide-boy who I identified, when reading the novel, with the Happy Mondays' Shaun Ryder] describes a game to an acquaintance in a perfect copy of the vocabulary and idiom used in such reports, the most striking feature of which is the desperate use of synonyms to avoid repeating teams' and players' names. [I've just been looking in my copy of the book for the relevant passage, but I can't find it at the moment, so I'll have to post it later.] I often find myself doing the same thing when writing e-mails, articles or even weblog entries: just a moment ago I even made a tine change to the report above, describing Peter Taylor above as the Leicester 'boss' in order to avoid repeating 'manager' twice in a sentence.)
Enough. All I should add is that you can find a much more complete report of the game on the Ducks on the Web website, run by fans of the club, and a resource I've relied on a lot over the last three years in Japan. Ignore the fact that the report is headlined "Aylesbury 2 Wealdstone 2": it is in fact a report of the same game I attended...
[Oh, and I've posted a photo from the game here. So aren't you lucky people...]
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Come fly with me ...
Now that I'm back on-line and [I hope] updating this page a little more regularly than I have been doing
recently, I ought really to start off by filling in some of the gaps between my last proper entry [from
Singapore airport] and now, nearly two weeks later.
First of all, I should say that I doubt I'll be travelling with Singapore Airlines again, even if I do [as I hope]
return to Japan at some point in the future. Our first flight, from Japan to Singapore, was fine, and I was
particularly pleased to be able to watch Annie Hall, one of my favourite Woody Allen films,
on the TV set in the back of the seat in front of me.
However, it was the personal TV, and more particularly, its remote control, that was the reason why our
second flight [from Singapore back to London Heathrow] was rather less enjoyable than the first.
Thirteen hours squashed into an economy-class seat is not generally the most enjoyable of experiences.
With something decent to watch on TV, though, the time can pass fairly quickly. In fact, having seen
the list of films and programmes scheduled for our second flight, I was almost looking forward to it.
What I hadn't anticipated, however, was that for more than half the flight, the TV wouldn't be working, and
that when it was finally repaired, the screen would go blank and have to be reset at approximately
five-minute intervals. To make things worse, the fault was somehow related to our remote controls, which
just refused to work, with the result that not only could we not use our TVs, but we also couldn't turn our
personal lights on and off, or call for assistance. So, once the main lights were turned off, we had no option
but to sit in the dark for six hours and try to get some sleep.
Needless to say, the complimentary Singapore Airlines bag we were given on arrival at Heathrow, containing
a pack of cards, a carry-bag, a stuffed toy and a postcard seemingly showing two stewardesses being leered at by a male employee didn't really make up for the experience. Cathay Pacific next time, I think...
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back in the u.k. etc.
just a short note, in case anyone was wondering, to say that i am still alive, and will be updating shortly..
[and replying to e-mails, too... [gomenasai!]]
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live and direct from Sinagpore airport
Just a quick note to anyone who's following our journey that we're now in Singapore airport awaiting the second, 12-hour leg of our flight home.
Singapore airport is one of the best we've visited, with free internet access to anyone with a laptop. They even lent me a wireless LAN-card for free, and the installation disk.
We're both feeling pretty tired, though, and will probably sleep for most of the remaining flight. Anyway, for the moment, hello and thanks to anyone who came to see us off this morning. We will miss you all!
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