Quite recently, over the course of a few weeks I had reason to believe that I might be undergoing some sort of metamorphosis, and turning Japanese. I based my beliefs on the following observations, that were following a pattern of events that took place a few years ago. I came out of hospital a couple or so years back and was essentially the typical "White man", and because of illness was a real pasty colour, and added to this I shared the usual white supremacy point of view in my general life although not a bigot. So as soon as health allowed I took off with my wife to sunny climbs and started to live a peaceful and somewhat decadent life style. Lounging around on hot beaches drinking long cold drinks and generally reclining at any and every opportunity, I had plenty of time to reflect on my life thus far. I noticed as did all around me, that my attitudes towards subjects changed dramatically, and although I have always been laid back, I now became horizontal. My tolerance of fools and liars became extinct and I no longer stood by and allowed the BS brigade to go unchallenged. At the same time I became a really dark brown in colour, and my dick was always hard watching sandy maidens on warm beaches. I started to comprehend the local dialect and even began conversing with the locals in same. I was told by a lot of the many ex pats that I was turning native, and was not at all displeased with their synopsis. I returned to the UK and decided I would now be what every one was saying I resembled, "A Black man" I have been happy with this scenario of part time blackness, and hope it to continue . However, recently, for no apparent reason, I think I am turning Japanese. My statue has shrunk, I am no longer the same height I was when I had my last twelve monthly medical, my skin has gone a yellowy colour, and when out in the recent sun it was widely noticed that my eyes were going squinty. Although I have not yet started using the terms sianara, or hy in my vocabulary I do have grave concerns that this may occur. I am worried sick I may start bowing to all and sundry, wearing long loose robes and executing prisoners of was if any happen this way. I dare not go near the canal, or even the local fishmonger who does outside displays, as I fear I might dive into it and start consuming large quantities of raw fish. I find myself staring at the dirt boxes of young women, this I attribute to the same lust for raw fish. I have twice this week tried snatching the lamp shade in the lounge and ramming it on my head, I repeatedly crave to watch the Mikado and play records by Tokyo express. God, I'm turning Japanese.