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danieru in tokyo
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
 
(No Longer) Wanted: A Reason To Live....
My pores are now leaking neat Laphroaig. We hadn't met in well over a year, and communcation was thin, as it should be, because when you meet, there is so much more excitement in the air. Underwood took my liver out for a batting, we staggered between bars until London ShutEmDown, and then returned for a WhiskyVsPort showdown. Both parties were demolished. This morning, as I was unable to focus, we said our goodbyes at 0702am "I am unlikely to make the 7am train. And I am unlikely to stay awake for the journey to Nottingham. Expect a message from York, with expletives". Just got an email from him, which was articulate and amusing as he is in the flesh. These are the moments I live for.

Dan,

What a morning. 0755 boarded train, consumed 1 litre of Volvic then slept all the way to Notts. Arrived 0940. Taxi to work arrive 1000. Straight in taxi to The Park private hospital for meeting - arrive 1028. Taxi at 1200 to Nuffield Private hospital to meeting. Taxi at 1230 back to base. I need sleep. Sleep and burgers.

Having said all that, was very good to see you again. I think given enough Kronenbourg Blanc and port, you and I could probably talk endlessly and fill a few volumes with observations and theories about the human condition. An excellent evening. I liked the port thing. I think next time there should be a restaurant with relatively fine dining involved. Nottingham? Bristol? Scotland? That way we could build in a grape theme, try a couple of bottles of red, and then move on to the port and whiskey. I could drink port until death or bankruptcy.

Anyway, must get on with work and recover something of this day. Tomorrow am out of the office again. Things must be done, and it must be me that must be doing them. Bummer.

Are you surviving in the Sky?

G

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