Here's a fine pic of some bad stuff by a Mr. T. Goat of Ikebukuro, Tokyo
nectar of the ….homeless
Big fave of the unfortunate and lengthy slow train riders. It has struck me before me that it makes for a great sounding private dick/ superhero name, Johnny One-Cup . I can see it now…
Johnny Noguchi leant over the body of another fresh victim and peeled the lid back off the first Ozeki One Cup of the day.
"How can you drink that shit?"
"How can I not?"
Anyway folks it continues – a common thread of Lion Mansions and single women over 25, the suspect being a delivery man delivering seasonal treats from throughout Japan as a door opener, a tiny clue earlier on with a long line outside of Tokyo's swishest newest Italian Resataurants, a run-in with his former kohei at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department after being busted nicking posters from train stations, long irrelevant details on ramen shops and yakitori bars…did I mention the Shinagawa branch of Opus Dei?
Elsewhere:
crazybrave states what her guests have no doubt suspected for some time.
Blognite tomorrow. I'm making nigiri sushi for reasons unclear to myself and the organisers.
Do on Saturday night for Sudan.
Backsides trackside at Wanneroo as foodie fusspot makes his two pot return to track days after four long years. But will my leathers fit?