Chapter 2 -From Despair to Delight
[This story is serialized so if you wish to read the chapters in order, please go to the categories: humour, nonsense, books, characters or Japan.]
It is hard to believe that until recently the merkin was entirely unknown in Japan. Its meteoric leap from the trashcans of history into the pants [...]
Archive for February, 2007
Politicians, puffs and pubic wigs
Posted in Books, Characters, Humour, Japan, Merkins, Nonsense, tagged farce, humor, merkin, politically incorrect, pubic wig on February 27, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Politicians, puffs and pubic wigs
Posted in Books, Characters, Humour, Japan, Merkins, Nonsense, tagged farce, humor, Japan, merkin, politically incorrect, Politics, pubic wig on February 26, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
All the characters in this absurd story are fictitious and any resemblance to any person living, dead or not yet born is purely coincidental. Any person living, dead or not yet born who resembles any of the characters in the story is, was or will be in need of serious counseling.
Chapter 1 — Another day [...]
Fugu — Dining with Death
Posted in Japan, food and drink, tagged blowfish, cyanide, fugu, globefish, Japanese cuisine, Kabuki, Mitsugoro Bando VIII, poisonous fish, puffer on February 25, 2007 | 1 Comment »
“Not many people actually die eating fugu,” said one of my friends a few months ago, as we dined in a restaurant in Tsukiji, home to Tokyo’s giant fish market. He dipped a raw piece of the deadly fish into the sauce and popped it into his mouth. “The trouble is,” he went on, “that [...]
Roppongi
Posted in Japan, Tokyo, history, tagged , Japan, Roppongi, Roppongi nightlife, Tokyo, Tokyo nightlife on February 24, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Everybody in Japan has heard of Roppongi, the legendary entertainment quarter sandwiched, like a juicy filling, between Akasaka in the north and Azabu in the south. But not many people, apart from the regulars, really know much about the place.
To most Japanese, however, Roppongi is a dark and dangerous place, despite the glaring [...]
