Last weekend Dan departed this blessed isle to return to Blighty. We market the occasion by eating a “family size” feast of raw meat, washing it down with beer before attempting to stand up and somehow manageing it.
I was recovered sufficiently by Sunday to go on a 10-mile bike ride to Shibukawa Beach, up the coast from Kojima. It was a beautiful day, and I whiled away the hours lying on the sand listening to music from my new shiny Sony MP3 player.
Then on Monday I was staggered to find, while marking tests, that one of my classes (34 students) had managed to spell my name in a ridiculous 22 different ways. And for your reading pleasure, here they all are…