All things go.
So, I want to try and remain anonymous. Not because I have anything to hide, or because I have a reputation of any kind to uphold, but because I hope it will offer me a freedom to abuse. I blog elsewhere, but that has been going for so long that the things I can’t say are more often than not the things I’d like to say.
I will say this. I am an Englishman abroad, living in Japan and enduring all it throws at me. That should make for interesting reading, right? I guess I hope so. Tumblr is nice in that there is no direct feedback mechanism, so whilst I’d like to thing that people were reading this as it gets interesting, I’ll probably never know, and as such never worry about it.
First things first
I’m in love. That’s the first time I’ve written those words without referring to a song or a restaurant. It’s a person. I’m in love with a lady who lives 6,000 miles away, and is about as attainable right now as moonrock. She is a wonderful, beautiful person and I care for her dearly. Unfortunately, my coming, and being here means that I’ve never told her that I loved her. That would have been complicated. But that doesn’t dilute my sentiment. I - for the very first time - feel like I’ve met the person I could happily spend the rest of my life with.
Second Things second
I’m crazy about football. No, the real kind, the one you use your feet with. I make no apologies for this, it is the sport of kings, or paupers, and of everyone in between. I’d like to think I was closer to the king end of that particular scale, but I’d be lying to myself, and to you my confidente.
These titles get tedious rather quickly
Aside from those two key facts there is little else you need to know. You know now that I’m an English man on the orient, lusting after his distant sweetheart and living for a game where twenty-two gents kick around a piece of leather for and hour and a half. I am not a complicated person.
