In the shopping bag.

Prada wedgies. 

Comme des garcons meets the Beatles. 

Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the most expensive of all. 

Paper vase. Muji. 

Tokyo yo yo yo yo yo

Blush

Scarlet

Puce

Contemplation.

Lost in Translation. 

Lost in Thought. 

(of sausages) 

Kitty litter.

We saw these guys out on their leads every day making a yen or two to buy their salmon sushi when we took the hotel shuttle to the metro. I love cats, and I am whining weekly about why I can't have one but between Nigel and the Jack Russell I can't seem to get the purr-mission.

Eat me.

The definition of a Sumo Wrestler - a big fat fella that loves his biscuits. 

The sumo of us.

Yep - game for anything we are.

Double dutch.

Bit of a process to buy the old metro tickets - getting the Engrish option on the do-it-yourself machine is a good move for a start but in the beginning we were duplicating each and every move to buy the 2 tickets we needed. Then I realised that there was a cunning little button thingy which showed a toilet graphic of 2 people and so being the super bold, uninhibited traveller that I am, I pressed it. Nigel was already trying to knock my paw off it - why do something untoward when we've already got a good system going, he was thinking. But the machine had now doubled the price and so all seemed in order ie charging us for two people. However as we waited with bated breath at the slot - only ONE ticket came out. "SEE" he wanted to shout - you've ruined it and now we've paid twice what we should have. In panic he enlisted the help of a reluctant metro official who tried to give us the money back but he was offering only the coinage for ONE ticket. Oh no no no - we weren't accepting this palm off. We both pantomimed needing 2 tickets and with a flash of his wrist, the official flicked the ticket and lo and behold, there'd been two there all along, but nicely stuck together to humiliate the foreigners on their holidays and give all the workers in the booths something hilarious to watch. Each and every time after that though, we thoroughly enjoyed the seemingly one ticket coming out, only to show each other - 'ta da' - "there's actually two here, you know Nige".

Argh so.

Assumo the position. 

Shoe dunnit.

Jimmy Choo's line of orthotics. 

One. Two.

After a swift half and 15 sakes we hit Karaoke Kan last night.. I did 'feelings' first - just for a laugh. I actually do fancy myself as the next Adele, because once in year 9 I got picked for the school choir AND then again as one of the chorus understudies, for a production of Joseph and his Technicolour Dreamcoat - no not the Andrew Lloyd Webber one - a much better one - the Comberton Village College Annual Christmas show version with proper costumes, not that cobweb clobber Sarah Brightman goes for. Anyway after my turn - old green eyes took the mike and when he started singing 'Fly me to the moon' for a minute I thought - eh that's not fair, this one has the actual Frank voice with it. Nooooo I really did honest to God think that. Because he sounded just like the proper, real one. In fact now that we've realised our prowess in this hitherto unrecognised area, the two of us are now considering staging our own production of - Nigel and his Technicolour Anorak in Pauatahanui.

Big Apple.

New York is right here in Japan. 

A small handful.

What would Doctor 90210 think of these?