Sad Bananas and a Suburban Minefield: Wednesday 3rd August

Today’s schooling brought yet more unbridled joy, as we were treated to a story about a child who took on a part-time job to buy bananas for his hospitalised younger brother. As expected, the story ended with the death of the brother, and the older child proclaiming his newfound hatred of bananas. Just for once I would like to read a story that didn’t end in death and misery; I mean why can’t we have an explanatory paragraph about little Tommy’s trip to the zoo. On second thoughts scrap that, as little Tommy would only end up being eating by the lions, or scarred for life by something that he saw in the rhino enclosure.

The Suburbs at twilight: not for the faint hearted

The backstreets of Suburban Tokyo are a geographical minefield. If I walk in a haphazard fashion for literally two minutes in any direction from my house, I end up totally lost. Taking into account the fact that all the houses look the same, that there are no real street names, and that the buildings are often numbered based on the chronographic construction dates, it isn’t hard to see why. Given I’ve never had the greatest sense of direction, not since the time when I got lost during a search for a sweetshop and somehow ended up by a sewage works, but even Ray Mears would have difficulty finding his way around here. And as far as asking for directions go, well let’s just say that I never leave home without my iPhone and it’s GPS.


About truehamlet

Sam is a senior lecturer in Science Communication, who researches the different ways in which media such as poetry and film can be used to communicate science to new audiences.
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2 Responses to Sad Bananas and a Suburban Minefield: Wednesday 3rd August

  1. Rabbit says:

    By the time you’ve lived in your neighbourhood for about five years, you’ll have a general idea of how things are laid out there, but you’ll still be able to find something new every few months or so.

    For the love of the flying spaghetti monster, though, DO NOT MOVE! You will then have to start from scratch.

    • truehamlet says:

      Sage advice,

      But the prospect of living in this shoebox for the next five years depresses me beyond measure.

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