Today in school I continued my charm offensive by directly insulting one of my fellow classmates. We had been discussing the concept of Culture Shock, and I had asked the seemingly innocuous, ‘As a country-boy were you shocked when you moved to Tokyo?’, to one of the Taiwanese students. The audible gasps from some of his fellow compatriots was my first indication that something was amiss, and I was later informed that calling someone a country-boy is considered quite the insult in Taiwan. Tomorrow I plan to call into question everyone’s parental heritage, and just have done with it.
Someone really needs to get all of the Japanese people together in a room and explain to them, in as basic terms as is possible, that cold water is not sufficient for washing clothes with! I don’t care what kind of ‘special washing powder’ there is allegedly on the market, it just doesn’t work! And whilst at this point I would normally point my finger at the architects (they have so much to answer for), for failing to include hot water pipes in any of the bloody houses, this is a problem that is also prevalent in the coin-operated launderettes that litter the city. Quite why anyone thinks that cold water can do a decent job of removing stains is beyond me, and so I am forced to live in constant fear of getting mud on any of my clothing, for fear of having to throw it away as a permanently soiled item. Quite frankly a trip to the local park is like navigating a minefield, and that’s just no way to live, it really isn’t.