As children, we dreamt of a 21st century where humanity would be freed from menial work to focus on creativity. Instead, AI paints and composes, while humans dash about delivering meals to the rich for a pittance.

Did an oil change on the Little Cub — oil was proper black! Looks like the drain bolt gasket had been reused with some liquid gasket. Same gasket size as the TTR125, funnily enough. #littlecub #リトルカブ

Alright, let's freaking ride!

Spent the arvo cruising the countryside on my Little Cub. Proper slow though, main roads were bloody terrifying. Reckon it’s time for a tappet tweak. #littlecub #リトルカブ

Gave the Little Cub a proper bit of love this morn — greased up the stem bearings, front forks, and cables. Sorted a few busted bits too. Only tappet adjustment left, but might whack a high-cam in when I bore it up, so reckon I'll leave it for now. #リトルカブ

You’re all like ‘school taught me nothing’, but truth is, mate, you just didn’t bother to learn.

The stray cat I took in is such a gentle soul.

This is quite serious: people have different capacities for work. If you can't manage 8 hours a day, 5 days a week, don't beat yourself up about it.

Just donated blood!

Funny thing, really — when you're truly giving life your all, you don’t end up knackered at all.

A friend drew a caricature of me — it’s in the style of those collectible stickers that used to come with kids’ sweets in Japan. Anyone here know Bikkuriman stickers?

Did you know this is actually edible? It’s delicious—great as tempura or in a Japanese-style sesame and soy sauce dressing, known as goma-ae.

Taiwan ramen, born in Nagoya – a kick of spice, then pure delight. #台湾ラーメン

You can still catch the cherry blossoms up north in Japan, you know.

Ah, nothing beats a proper Japanese onsen, mate.

Japanese ryokans are simply brilliant — private hot spring baths and a cracking dinner served right in your room.

Wagyu. Absolutely brilliant. Apples, onions, and... what else is in it, I wonder? The marinade’s just brilliant. #和牛 #福島牛

Was gonna head to Narita Motocross Park today, but sacked it off ‘cause of the rain. The course is a right mud bath — bit much for my skill level. Went for soba instead — my favourite spot, proper lovely broth, run by a bonito wholesaler.

I set aside a couple of hours to build some shelves for the storage room—doing something hands-on like that, mind off, it's a proper way to recharge, innit?

I can only trade in lots of 100 shares, and for anything less, I have to ring customer support to request the paperwork. Trouble is, I can’t get through to them on the phone. I’ve nothing against their work, but it’s a bit maddening, really.