Space. The final frontier. Life in London is pressured by money and time. In Tokyo, it seems to be space. It suddenly makes sense. People drum on drum simulators, thump on bongo simulators, strum on guitar simulators, and spin on turntable simulators in arcades. They rent “rest” in a love hotel in the Roses and […]

Oh, and the cherry blossom and all that spring stuff is going on and it only lasts a few days, and if you aren`t staying in your hotel watching “Food Battle, King of Masters”, apparently Tokyo is quite pretty. 23 degrees Cee. Put that in your cheroot and toke it. Mongolian farmers make cigarettes out

And just when you are about to conclude that Japanese people are shy, you`re minding your own business in a bar, and then some crazy chick comes and introduces herself. English not being her strong point, she seems to be doing more talking than listening. In a bar situation, this is quite new to me.