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Solution: Never go abroad.
Besides, going to foreign-land is rubbish. The people can't speak proper English, the food is rubbish (you can't get egg and chips anywhere) and the toilets are completely crap.
Remember this: Johnny Foreigner lives across the water... And he's up to no good. Just stick to what you know my son and you won't go wrong.
That's great advice man. Ever thought of dabbling in life coaching? I am feeling such an urge to get back to all my real brothers. Many thanks again. Viva Churchill... forever, or even longer, if you think it helps...
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met great freind Kaoru tonight and after a freakinly amazing dinner in a 'monja' restaiurant, we lit fireworks by the river and i had a go of her bike. and all was well with the world. i am going to the kawasaki velodrome with mrs D on friday and gonna bet loads more yen on mad riders in mad mono coloured strips riding the 500m velo of doom in kawasaki... feeling a whole lot better now after belly full of great food and liver full of sake/ shochu/ suntory etc...
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How long have you been away from your bike/s and, what the fuck can one do to stop going mental.
I am half way through 16 days of separation in Tokyo. Sure, i didnt ride for four years once as a youngster, but this is now getting tough as cold turkey... has got me...
Should have put this in the Depression thread i suppose...
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I hope this ends here