This afternoon I had a private one hour Japanese language lesson, and was surprised by the fact that I did not totally disgrace myself. I even managed to convey the fact that at Easter English people celebrated the resurrection (‘once more birth’) of Jesus, and painted eggs (‘on eggs we draw pictures’). We then somehow got onto the topic of my grandma’s cooking, and a thoroughly good-time was had by all, well me, but that meant that at least 50% of the people involved were enjoying themselves.
This evening we had a rather fancy dinner in Ginza, at an exclusive member’s club, with some rather important people. Again, my Japanese was in ‘full flow’, and apparently my self-introduction went down quite well, apart from the fact that I had forgotten my volume control and so allegedly sounded like a cross between Brian Blessed and a foghorn. We had a great evening, and were encouraged to make Japanese girlfriends as a way to improve our Japanese. I tried to explain that I was trying my best, but my pleas fell on deaf ears, for which I only have myself to blame.