Blast From The Past

So I got an email from the EbolaFan today. An old friend from secondary school who escaped the folds of Royston Vasey to run away to medical school in London. I know when he left that green and pleasant land we both so cordially called home he was planning on doing research, his big obsession … Read More


 

Not such a great day

So the current third year (last time I blogged about this they were second year) have lost three classmates to suicide during the three years (well two and a bit) they have been at Oshihara Chugakko. Now I knew about the poor kid who jumped but I didn’t know until today about the kid who … Read More


 

In my flat thinking

“You Said Something” On a rooftop in Brooklyn One in the morning Watching the lights flash In Manhattan I see five bridges The empire state building And you said something That I’ve never forgotten We lean against railings Describing the colours And the smells of our homelands Acting like lovers How did we get here? … Read More