Monday morning, start of the week. There I was awake at 5′ish, crows crowing like bastards outside my window, got up at 5.40am, debated shaving, shaved, ate my bran flakes whilst reading the only email of the day that wasn’t selling me Viagra, out at 6, Bob Dylan ‘Rolling Thunder’ tour on the iPod, 2 trains (standing room only), meet with my journalist mate for today’s assignment, 2 more trains (should have been one, but we made a mistake..), 2 hours, a ¥1,600 taxi fare and no coffee later, and we’re on a horrible, stinky seaweed, insect riddled beach waiting for a family to come and pay respects at the cave in which their daughter’s dismembered body was found 6 years ago….Good morning Jeremy. Great start to the week.