After yesterday’s maelstrom, it was important to be back in an environment in which I felt both comfortable and competent. Sadly this place was definitely not the classroom, where most of the day was spent attempting to cope with the incredible humidity whilst ‘role-playing’ as a Japanese estate agent, and as Napoleon will attest to, fighting on two fronts is never a good idea. Not that I am comparing myself to Napoleon in any way, shape, or form: I mean he only had to engage Nelson in naval combat, he never had to try and sell him a one bed apartment with a South facing window and small balcony.
Almost as annoying as those people who insist on riding a bicycle on the pavement, are those people who insist on riding a heavily laden motorcycle. Not only are most of these vehicles an affront to the laws of Physics, but also their drivers insist on ignoring road signs and traffic lights as a matter of course. Having lost track of the number of times that I have seen one of these monstrosities being ridden on public footpaths, I have decided that by staring at them in a cold and irrational manner I might force them into questioning their futile existence. Failing that I could always try and set them up with a nice little condo down by the bypass.