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Monday, July 24, 2006

The pain of wasp stings and visa applications

I was out in the garden by 7am again today. With Europe in the grips of a heat wave it's the only way to survive long hours toiling away with a mattock and some huge great lumps of stone, part of the latest set of steps I have been commisioned to create on the Welsh Garden Project Site.

Although I was out in the glorious morning sunshine at 7am, it wasn't until 8.15am that I really woke up fully: I accidentally stuck my hands into a wasps nest. The first I knew of it was a slight sting on my upper arm. "That's odd", I thought, "nettles don't usually get me through this fleece top". I looked down, and saw a wasp thrusting it's spiked arse through my sweater and deep into my skin, injecting its sweet poison. That was swiftly followed by a further two piercings of my delicate flesh by the angry mob.

I RAN. And said "Fuck" quite a lot, then "shit" as I remembered that the lady of the house was tending her potatoes just the other side of the hedge.

But you know what? The swines followed me! They were very pissed off at being disturbed so early on a Monday morning (no doubt had a heavy night boozing and playing chess with flea-corpses); crawling all over my fleece and gloves, I squished them hard one by one, causing the venom that had been destined for my bloodstream to squirt out in the manner of a pregnant pubescent spot squeezed by a pair of tweezers.

That's the point when I decided to stop clearing the brambles from by the woodshed, and instead to a) have breakfast and then b) construct the long-awaited stairway to heaven behind the orchid house (which incidentally houses old videos of Taggart, and no orchids).

Japan update: so it's all go. Confirmation received for flights, visa (almost) aquired. Last Friday saw my epic voyage into the heart of the Capital to attempt to apply for the vital document that will enable me to study and work in Japan for a year come September. Needless to say, things did not go smoothly.

We (Twinkle and I) arrived at the embasssy at about 11.30am, giving me two hours to submit my application before they shut for lunch. Passing under the huge Japanese flag and into the cool of the building, I was greeted by two security guys, and an xray machine thingy, as seen at airports. In front of us was a pregnant Japanese woman. The following conversation then ensued:

Pregenant Japanese Woman: I'm pregnant. Do I have to go through the gate?
Security Guard: No madam, just put your bag on the conveyor, then you can go around.
PJW: What about my can of coke?
SG: It's OK, just go around.
PJW: What? Are you saying I have to go through? I'm pregnant!
SG: No madam, it's ok, you don't have to go through the gate, please just go around.
PJW: (raised voice) What? Are you arguing with me?
SG: (somewhat surprised) No madam, please, it's OK.
PJW: I can't believe this! (Stomps around the gate to the other side as instructed. Goes to pick up back from other end of conveyor). I can't believe this! You starting a fight with me! All I want is to go around! I'm pregnant!
SG: (looks bemused) OK madam...

When it came to my turn I emptied my pockets out, dumped my bag on the conveyor and walked through the gate. It beeped.
"Please, take your belt off"
said the security guard. I obliged, whilst holding my trousers up. All clear.

Once inside the embassy proper I took my ticket and waited. Soon, my number came up and I approached the window behind which stood the grumpy little jobsworth whom I feel I know personally having had numerous souless conversations with him over the past few months (he answers like a politician, always avoiding any direct response to your questions, and then speaks like God when it comes to telling you what to do) (except a bit less boomy, and without the clouds parting).

I submitted all my carefully prepared paperwork, safe in the knowledge that I had done exactly what the embassy's visa guidelines instructed.

"Where's your photocopy?" he asked.
Sorry? Which photocopy's that?
The photocopy of this he said, holding up my precious Certificate of Eligibility.
Oh, sorry, it didn't say I needed one on the website

His lips dissapeared into a thin line, reminding me of the backbone of a millipede. In his mind, the following words formed, sending a rush of adrenalin throughout his straight-laced body.
Ha! I've got him! This pathetic little gaijin thinks he can waltz in here and get his visa just like that. Pah! I'll show him! No photocopy eh? Hmm, I may well be in a room full of the machines, but no, I shall not copy it for him, I shall send him on a quest across the capital in this boiling heat in search of such a contraption! And then I shall make him take another ticket and WAIT!!

I could see all this running through his head.

I stood there as King Arthur stood before the Knights who say Ni waiting to hear what I had to do to please his grace. With a wicked grin on his face, he presented me with a map of central London. It had "Photocopy Shop" written on it.

Out into the baking heat, through the crowds, in search of said establishment. Eventually, I found it, grabbed my copy, and headed back to the embassy. In through the front door and oh damn, off with my belt again! Trousers nearly fell down as I dashed up the stairs and took my ticket.

Back in front of Jobsworth, I awaited my next challenge. Sure enough, he spotted another flaw in my application, once again a minor point that was entirely overlooked on the embassy website, but that meant that I now had to find a bloomin' post office and buy a 500g Pre-paid Special Delivery envelope.

Another map was produced. Again, his face flushed with satisfaction as he had successfully delayed my application. Knowing that I'd be coming in again I didn't bother put my belt on, but instead held onto my jeans to stop them falling to my ankles as I ducked and dived through streets and alleyways, dodging taxis, getting annoyed at people who hadn't a clue where anything was in the area even though they worked there, and in the end getting totally lost.

Boy oh boy was I sweaty by the time I made it back to the embassy. By this time I felt I had an intimate bond with the security guards, but decided against dropping my trousers in front of them. Another ticket, another wait ...until it was time for the final showdown.

It seemed that Jobsworth was now satisfied with my performance: I was worthy of a visa. He took my money, gave me a reciept, and said goodbye.

So, as you can see, my experience of the Japanese authorities in the UK shows a remarkable resemblence to that of my experience of the Japanese Immigration Office in Tokyo. No wonder they have a problem with illigal immigrants - even if you do have all the correct paperwork they make the process so traumatic that one is reluctant to go through with it. Even I was attempted to get our little rubber dinghy out and start to row.

Still, job done. My passport, complete with visa, should be here by the end of the week.

Post application: *Twinkle* and I head off to the South Bank (where incidentally, one can barely walk for human statues. Personally I think they should all be cemented to the spot to teach them a lesson, that being to not be 10 years too late...

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Anonymous Amelia said...

Thank you for your forewarning! I shall make sure I am forearmed with a photocopy and an envelope. By the way, did they say it could take less time if you pick it up from London?

26/7/06 05:08  
Blogger Joseph said...

No, it would take the same amount of time. 2 working days to get mine back though, I couldn't believe it!

26/7/06 05:17  
Anonymous Amelia said...

What's the betting I only get my CoE just in time to hit the mad rush for everyone to leave the country? Still, that's very good to know, I'll just have them post it in that case. Thank you for this, and all the other information you've given us! Most helpful indeed.

26/7/06 13:59  

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