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As Liz is up with us this week, we decided to go out for a meal. Liz hasn't been to a Japanese restaurant before, so it was an opportunity to enjoy the showmanship offered by Newcastle's finest at Fujiyama.

The starters were wonderful, including the most exquisite tempura marinated chicken and a smashing little salad. The main event is, of course, the performance from our own personal chef at the table/hot plate.

Pictured here, you see the raw food, looking all colourful and nice. I won't bore you with all the pictures and movies as it was cooked. Not /all/ of them. Suffice it to say that it was a wonderful night and one that we hope to repeat in the nearish future. (are you listening Jason?)

There's nothing quite like a bit of fire to impress folks. This was /not/ a bit.

On returning home, we had an excellent cup of coffee in the new coffee maker, on the basis that the stuff at home would probably be better than the restaurant - and it would certainly be in more comfortable surroundings. Now I've written that, I suddenly feel very old and rubbish.

Summary: Japanese food - great fun - smashing fire - nice to eat.

We've had a delivery

I always knew that it would happen, one day. I guess I just never thought it would all happen at once. Here. I can even hear myself saying the words as I delivered many of these machines in the first place:

"Of course, you'll need to upgrade to Windows XP at some stage."

It's funny how words said with a grin can come back to haunt one.

So here they are, many of the machines were originally supplied by me and have unexpectedly returned to the place of their birth for a nice upgrade to Windows XP and a few other tweaks. No prizes for guessing what I'll be doing this week, either. Liz (pictured here in the sleeveless T-shirt and with hair), will be doing the bulk of the work, with me standing by with helpful support and advice. (ie: annoying comments and unwanted rhetoric)

There are nineteen of them. Nineteen. N-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-n-nineteen.

It'll be fine.

I'm feeling sheepish

Possibly the lovliest way to recover from ovine possession is a nice dinner - complete with mint sauce. (I've dreamt for years of being able to use this phrase)

It certainly worked for me. A couple of days as a lowly foot-soldier to an evil ovine overlord is the kind of experience which, at the very least, makes one think twice before donning woollen apparel. Certainly for a while.

I wish I could say that I had learned from the experience, and that I was somehow wiser as a result. Regrettably, the truth is that I am pretty much the same gullible and impressionable target I always was, and if some malevolent animal or mineral threat comes along to possess me utterly and attempt to rule the world - well, I'm pretty sure I'll fall for it. That's the kind of bloke I am.

Heck, maybe I /have/ learned something after all.

Those looking for an explanation of what you may deem to be this "silliness", should look HERE.