Secret handshake to @Robertodevido de Twitter.
Sunday, 31 October 2010
Saturday, 30 October 2010
Thursday, 28 October 2010
Sunday, 24 October 2010
Our Man likes it because it's a nice place to sit and think, just a stone's throw from the strip malls and apartment blocks that are Abiko. And it has a water fountain, which is even nicer as just done 15km of an 18km training run. Got the big one on Sunday, don't you know. Sponsor Ourmani's charity, if you can, at the top right there. 'preciate it.
But anyway, Got 12% batteries left on the phone, so better get to the point:
Last night, finished watching Anvil - The Story of Anvil, the comical, poignant and upliftingly sad story of aging rockers refusing to give up on their hopeless dream of making the big time.
One of the points from the documentary, or non-fiction narrative, or film, as we used to call em, was we ain't got much time, so get on with your life because it's game over all too soon.
So in that spirit, Our Man is swearing off the Internet for a week to make a serious dent in his novel. So no tweeting or blogging till the Sunday big run. Honest.
For one week only, Our Man's gonna drink like a pius Muslim, tweet like the Amish and write his novel like he's possessed.
Something like that.
Saturday, 23 October 2010
- There's a blue widget thing on the top right there. This is there to show what a decent chap Our Man is and show up what a bunch of free-loading skinflints you lot are. Or you could humour Our Man and thank him for his tireless devotion to his typewriting practice, and throw a couple of coins in the pot. He's doing the Abiko half marathon on Halloween Sunday, and would really appreciate a couple of quid - FOR CHARITY - thanks, tightwads.
- There's some sage advice on the top left from iTech4tuneGuru, a twitter phenomenon whose byte-sized webtepreneurialist wisdom has got Our Man to where he is today.
- And after an absence from the world of journalism for six months (well several years, if you count his stint at the Daily Yomiuri), The Rev. Paperboy has landed himself a job as editor (and reporter, secretary, delivery boy) of a smalltown paper somewhere in the wilds of Canada. Our Man's spiritual leader has been reincarnated to mark the occasion as a Field Agent (on the right there). Well done, this video is for you. Actually, it was lifted from you, so, er, whatever.
Thursday, 21 October 2010
No matter. What's important is you could help him on his way by helping others, specifically journalists in need.
Look, Our Man knows journos are among the most hated folk on the planet. But consider this. Without journos the cheating, conniving EVEN NASTIER pieces of work that are politicians would keep getting away with it.
Now, you might say that journos just sit around on their backsides making fun of celebrities and thinking up punny headlines. On a good day they do, but on a bad day (especially in some god awful place where they don't get Pop Idol and The Sun don't shine) people actually need to know what is going on, which schools are open, which hospitals are operating, and who's shooting who.
That's where good journalists come in. People who care, people who want to share what little knowledge they can glean to help others. And get freebies and hang around swanky hotel bars. They are people like you, in other words.
Only, unlike you, they may have to risk their lives in shitty parts of the world doing what you can do at the click of a mouse in your living room.
So, before you turn away, click on that mouse, send a little something to a charity that helps teach people to tell their own stories.
The charity is The Institute for War and Peace Reporting. Check them out here. Then put your wallet where my mouth is. Or something.
Saturday, 16 October 2010
Monday, 11 October 2010
On Saturday night, Our Man had another lesson in how Twitter is redefining journalism (yeah, it's gonna be one of those not-very-funny posts about journos and such. Bear with him though, he's got an idea for a hilarious post about lions doing stretching exercises before chasing antelope, although having just typed that line, he can see the idea may need a lot of corrective surgery before it can be seen in public).
So anyway, Our Man got a DVD out on Saturday night, unscrewed the Chile wine and thought he'd just check in with twitter see what his fellow traveller gaijin were up to in Japan, you know, moaning about the injustice of not being sat next to on the train, the injustice of being sat next to, or the injustice of having to stand up on a crowded train, when he spied a tweet mentioning his hometown, Leicester, with the subject tag #edl. These paragraphs are getting tiresome, let's do some numbers.
1. EDL is the English DefenceLeague - think football hooligans without the football.
2. Anyway, they were marching in Leicester, the most racially mixed city in the UK outside of London, trying to bait Muslims and generally intimidate ordinary folk, spreading hatred and fear. A kind of Daily Mail for the illiterate.
3. Our Man, being in splendid isolation in Abiko, knew nothing of it, and of course the story was way too insignificant for the highly uninsignificant media of Japan to bother themselves with.
4. But it meant an awful lot to Our Man. Themes of racial intolerance and national identity resonate with him, and a thousand drunk racists looking for trouble in his hometown make his legs twitch.
5. Especially as it was happening live before his very eyes:
6. So, he typed inthe tag #edl into twitter and from that very quickly saw hundreds of folk were resending just a handful of original tweets.
7. So Our Man joined in, retreating what he thought were the most interesting tweets.
8. And before he knew it, he was asking questions of the police, they were answering in a fashion...
Friday, 8 October 2010
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
Friday, 1 October 2010
Our Man is working on releasing a radically rewritten and expanded version of this blog post as an ebook (hopefully by the end of 2015). In the meantime, if you liked this post you'd probably enjoy his latest exclusive (and completely free) humorous short story, "I am not a foreigner", just click here to join his newsletter and he'll send it to you in the morning.