Busfro

On my second day at the Ohmeikan, I met a tall guy in the lift with Emma and we had a quick chat, all the niceties: whats your name, where are you from etc... Except I made the mistake of thinking that he was from America. Then, we had another chat when we were going for our alien registration and he carried my small forest of paperwork for me, which meant that I was forgiven for the American comment (though, I have to point out that there is nothing wrong with being American, you know I love you all very much!).

Then, the following day we made a trip to find the computer store because we were both members of the 'Laptop Buying Committee' but Gigas was closed, and so we had dinner and ended up chatting for ages. The rest, as they say, is history.

If you told me back in Bristol that I'd meet a tall, blonde Swede in Japan who used to work for Ikea, and that we would become inseparable in Japan then I would have probably laughed at you and told you to come up with something a little bit more plausible. Sven has become such a huge part of my life, and I really do love him to bits. He reminds me off all my friends back home, the way he made it his mission to tease me mercilessly and he'd have me laughing so much that it hurts...usually because of his English gaffles.

Anyway my busfro, Nagoya will be a lot quieter and emptier without you. I shall miss your navy jumper that I love so much, the chicken with soy sauce recipe, the burnt apple pie, your cold feet... If you ever fancy taking a break from a life in darkness, we'll always welcome you back with open arms. Though, we wont leave George to book it, otherwise its off to the Yamate Inn for you, darling!