Style is 100% of Personality Episode III: Revenge of the Skith Wear

With titles like this, aren't you glad you keep coming back? There will be no New Hope, so you're safe on that account.



We're going skiing. Or rather Mari will be skiing, and I'll be learning to ski. But that's a minor detail I'm sure. After all, how difficult can it be?

So Xmas Eve will be spent on the freezing slopes of Hokkaido. Four blissfull days of falling down, getting up, sweat and pain, followed by nights spent in the hot spa relaxing aching muscles. I can't wait. It's so long since I've done anything remotely close to a sport. We've got 4 days planned for then & there, followed by some day trips of skiing over New Year's.

Yipeee!!!

Style is 100% of Personality Episode II: Attack of the Cloaks

Ok, so the title is misleading as there's no actual cloaks, and the number of said non-cloaks is, in fact, only one but...

Last Sunday my superpower of remembering events that had already occurred underwent a strange mutation. With amazing prescience I realized that this week was going to become what meteorogists term "fucking freezing". It was time to go coat shopping.

I went to Shibuya with what I thought at the time a rather respectable budget in mind. This was immediately blown completely to smithereens when I laid eyes on this little number...



It had a collarless, double-zippered twin brother which came oh so close to being chosen instead. But as there was no 2 for 1 sale on I had to make a choice, and so went for the more traditional collared version. Now all I need is a pair of Blindes and the ability to bend our so called reality to my puny will.

I feel bulletproof.

Style is 100% of Personality Episode I: The Fashion Menace

You know, "Style IS 100% of Personality".Or so the student’s pencil case claimed, anyways. I love the weird wisdom one can read printed on everyday items here. And if this is the case, then at the moment I'm about a bucket load of Xanax short of personality.

For my solution to last year’s problem of wandering the winter streets in my pajamas, was solved on the weekend by the purchase of new pajamas. Thus last years pajamas don’t have to pull double duty, having being promoted solely to street wandering clothes. A simple and elegant solution, I’m sure you’ll agree.

And in my second triumph for the fashionably challenged, I’ve arrived at school in what appears to be a disheveled clown outfit. Living in a one-room apartment where one gets up at 6am and the other gets up at 7am, means I dress in the cold winter dark. And so I appear to have chosen not 1, not 2, not 3, not 4, but 5 different colors to wear. The old and faded charcoal slacks are nicely set off by the new dark blue vest, which daringly accompanies the light pink shirt, which is shot in the black shoed foot by the brown tie. At least I didn’t mistakenly slip on my white trainers, like the other day.

But on removing my jacket at work I've discovered that my new dark blue vest (this is its debut) has decided to shed its dark blue hairs onto the sleeves of the pink shirt. Now I not only have the responsibility of dressing myself, but I have to referee the spats between my clothes. At least they’re just fighting amongst themselves, and not turning their wraith upon me.

How can something so big move so fast?

Last nite when I stepped out of the station, I didn't see a great, big, lit-up Xmas tree, did I?

Xmas can't be that close, can it? Surely it's years away yet.

I mean, I know I've been wearing a singlet under the t-shirt under the work shirt under the light jacket for a few weeks now, but that doesn't mean Xmas is just around the corner.

Xmas decorations are purdy.