In order to stem the tide of nose bleeds I have recently taken to applying copious amounts of vacaline up my nose. It seems to work. I haven`t had my regular nose geezer in a while, but at events such as todays street market I am reminded of the unfortunate side-effect of the treatment. That side-effect being that as I walk around the streets seeing exciting and exotic foods from around ehime, all I can smell is petrol. There was local fried chicken from the guy who says "I love chicken" constantly, there was a stall that sold boar meat burgers, hundreds of peculiar shaped vegetables and massive bags of crackers that could take months to get through. I ended up chatting with the president of Japanese juggling society. He was a nice man. From what I could figure out. According to some historical documents and some pictures he had, up until only about 400 years ago most of Europe had been juggling with pig bones and it was only until the Japanese got a hold of the traditional hobby that it was changed to cloth balls. I ran that one past my main dadio and he seems to think thats a whole load of cobblers, but then he wasn`t there being presented with the cold hard facts.
 


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