Hi again and I hope all is well with you, whomever you are and wherever you are. As always, thank you all for visiting and browsing my blog, I’ve noticed that the visits have dried up a bit of late, I haven’t had any comments for a while now, I must be getting boring …… This week I’ll try to redeem myself with something a bit special for you all to read in the hope I can get some of you coming back.  Here I a go with a poem that is in a couple of parts because it’s a bit long and drawn out..  I recently went to renew my driving licence and wrote this when I was waiting to take a 2 hour lecture on forgetting to renew my licence on time, strangely enough, not this time, but last time, which was three years ago, I had to take the same 2 hour lecture. Japan is a funny old country and one that really only the locals understand and know how to function in.  For all of us foreigner’s here it does get a bit too much at times and when it does, one of the best ways, in my opinion, is to try to grind away on the grist that all the crappy stuff in life provides us with.  Not just the crappy stuff of course, but it’s the crappy stuff that gets us down and writing about it helps get us back up again, maybe not all of us, but some of us.  It’s amazing though how inspirational waiting to renew your driving licence can be, at least that’s the way I saw it, anyway, judge the first installment for yourself – read n reap………………… See you next week.

I’m in Samezu

I’m in Samezu.

For a driving licence issue.

I thought it would be straightforward.

But it’s turned out to be quite awkward.

I failed to renew my licence on the day before expiry back in March 2008.

So I had to take a special lecture and so did others in such a state.

I thought that after doing so I wouldn’t have to do anything like that again.

But what with bureaucracy which is based on squeezing money from its

combs of home grown honey, that in itself is funny.

But not hilarious, if it were it would be precarious.

I’m sitting here waiting for my lecture to begin.

I’ve been given books that are thin with no English in them.

I’ve just asked an official if English matter was available.

He told me that I didn’t need it.“It’s all visual”, he said.

So I gave up the struggle to read something that almost never gets read.

That is beyond my ability to read or look at pictures that are dead.

And instead decided to write a poem to clear my head.

Part 1 of a poem by Stephen Austwick.

I’m in Samezu
I’m in Samezu.
For a driving licence issue.
I thought it would be straightforward.
But it’s turned out to be quite awkward.
I failed to renew my licence on the day before expiry back in March 2008.
So I had to take a special lecture and so did others in such a state.
I thought that after doing so I wouldn’t have to do anything like that again.
But what with bureaucracy which is based on squeezing money from its
combs of home grown honey, that in itself is funny.
But not hilarious, if it were it would be precarious.
I’m sitting here waiting for my lecture to begin.
I’ve been given books that are thin with no English in them.
I’ve just asked an official if English matter was available.
He told me that I didn’t need it.“It’s all visual”, he said.
So I gave up the struggle to read something that almost never gets read.
That is beyond my ability to read or look at pictures that are dead.
And instead decided to write a poem to clear my head.
Part 1 of a poem by Stephen Austwick.