This morning, as I was attempting to avoid malicious sadists innocent pedestrians on my morning run I came across a man who was taking his cat for a walk. Now ordinarily the fact that someone had a cat on a leash would be odd enough, but this chap had decided to go one step further, and was actually walking his cat up a tree. That’s right a tree. Only in Japan would someone deem it necessary to attach a harness to a feline, and then supervise it as it attempted to scramble up some foliage. Intrigued by the scene as I was, I moved swiftly on, as I had no desire to see what would happen when the cat needed to do its business.
This evening a group of us met to play a game of poker. Whilst the stakes were high (¥500 buy-in), the ludicrous amounts of coke zero and coffee that I had drunk throughput the day meant that I was even higher, and I so I surprised myself by coming second and winning back my initial purse. Unfortunately the option to ‘win back’ all of the hydration that I had robbed myself of throughput the day meant that I went to bed with a sore head, and a slightly spinning room; like being drunk but without any of the imaginary glamour.