Listening to: Eric B & Rakim - I Know You Got Soul

Greetings my Sonic friends.
Yes people, Spring finally seems to have sprung.
Sonic Shorts of varying description are now in constant rotation with less liberating trousers-types, Chez Sonique. I'm having to remind myself that it's still only April, and whatever the case, at least the thermal underwear has been put to bed until further notice.
So what have I been doing, lo, these past few weeks? Mostly lots of getting up in the middle of the night to go out and earn a humble living via the indignity of backbreaking toil. That's me during a tea-break over the Easter weekend. Not much fun at work that particular day, it has to be said.
What else.... oh yes, the week before last I apologised to a random French man for my involvement in the Battle of Hastings... even though we lost. He still punched me in the mouth, but strangely I felt much better, and fully divested of my White Liberal Guilt. Result!

Anyhoo, this morning I decided to give the butler a day off, and took myself into town. Swam like a juvenile dolphin at the olympic-sized water-hole for a half-hour or so, then, by way of reward for my efforts, had lunch Japanese style.
Just what is it about Japanese food? My choice was Akai Yaki Soba, (seafood/tofu collision with Udon noodles) and was the most delicious, orgiastic feast for the senses I've eaten since the last time I ate Japanese. Washed it down with a large bottle of Kirin, King of Oriental beers. Rendered me at one with the Universe and everything else for the rest of the day, and I'm still feeling like the Last Samurai hours after the event.
Surely every day should be like this...