michael lambe

Yesterday, was a long day and a tough one. Every class at Kyojo was noisy and uncooperative and I was working from 8.40 a.m. (first class at the girl’s school) till 7.50 at night (my company class in Yamashina). When I jumped on the train at Yamashina around 8 o’clock, I thought to myself: “…ten minutes back to Keage station, then I’ll hop on my trusty iron steed, cycle for 2o minutes, grab something to eat and soak up a beer.” I was horribly (almost painfully) hungry and dying for that beer. But when I got to Keage station, I discovered someone had put a drawing pin into my back tyre and it was completely flat. So I had to walk. For forty minutes.

Yes, crazy-bicycle-hating-man is back to his old tricks again! It all started a couple of years ago when he started putting magazines and videos of an adult nature into my bicycle basket, before progressing to outright vandalism. It only ceased when I changed bicycles, but as he’s now obviously figured out which one is mine, I’m going to have to start parking it in my apartment again.

For various reasons, I’m pretty much convinced it’s the weirdo upstairs who is doing it, but as I can’t prove it, there’s not much (legally) I can do. I had the police round one time but they merely took notes and chuckled… Any suggestions?

Now it’s 10 o’clock at night and I’ve been prepping tests and other stuff for work since 3 this afternoon. This is meant to be a part-time job!!! And I still have to prep for Saturday’s mental clinic!

Oh, well. I saw this link on Neil Gaiman’s website (of which I’m an avid reader as he’s a writer and a good one and succesful to boot) and I clicked on it and thought it was brilliant. Take a look:

http://www.nineteeneightyeight.com/storybookshow.html