After gallivanting around Great Britain for five weeks — which left Tokyo Times noticeably only plodding along with nowhere near the normal amount of new material — I’m now back in Japan, so, fingers crossed and photo opportunities permitting, things should very quickly return to normal.
Particularly so in fact should the sun continue to shine, and, perhaps more importantly, I can somehow prise my bicycle out of its prison.
All dressed up with somewhere to go, but where the bloody hell said somewhere is obviously isn’t as forthcoming for some as fashion sense.
There are a tremendous amount of things that one can, or indeed should, take to a Japanese festival, such as a sense of fun, a fair bit of cash for some booze, and a camera in some form or other to fire off a few photos.
But a dog, is definitely, not a decent idea.
Many words have been said about the Japanese salaryman and his complete commitment to the company — an undying diligence that often results in ludicrously long hours and all the problems that can then produce.
But thankfully, that’s not always the case. Far from it in fact. And some fellas, whilst they may work hard, and in all kinds of weather, get a lot of joy from their job.
As, it’s quite clear, do their customers.