Neil Hopcroft

A digital misfit

The last supper

Well, I’m not quite sure what to make of that….

I met up with kayteanese and rosiaconite, finally some people I know in Tokyo. Its not quite enough to be called a social life yet, but its certainly a step in the right direction.

What I’m disturbed about, though, is the resturant we went to. It seemed to be a Christian themed resturant. Or perhaps its a gothic theme, I don’t know. Whatever its intention it seemed heretical enough to be cool. And the food was great. And Kaytea is much better at ordering in Japanese than I am…thank you!

On the way there I saw a heresy of a different sort, there was a Rolls Royce covered in stickers with some speakers on top advertising some skate store or something.

And then there was Vanilla Soap, a little indie band who had set up just by Harajuku station, so I stopped and watched them for a few minutes. They were nothing special musically, but had some strange ways of behaving – I’m not sure if this was just them or whether all the bands over here are like that…sooner or later I’ll get to a gig and find out…they’d all start jumping up and down as they went into the chorus, and the whole crowd (well, the ten or so who knew them anyway) would jump up and down in time.


1 comment

  1. I didn’t. My ‘going to a resturant’ Japanese consists of finding one that has an English-ish menu (I can actually read nearly enough European menus that it doesn’t matter as long as its got proper letters on it) and pointing at the menu hoping they’ll know what I mean. Which has lead to a couple of mildly unexpected meals but nothing thats killed me yet.

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