Osakan revels

To drink sake, one must never pour one's own drink, and one must give and receive with both hands. Robbie and Dan illustrate these principles below.


Me, cheerfully izakaya hunting in Namba, in the rain, followed by the very poor man's Gene Kelly.


Found in back alleyway in Amerika-mura. I have NOT licensed my name to this product. It is undoubtedly of inferior quality, and anyway, I only operate in South American sweatshops.


Flashy flashy


Tacky tacky


Fabulous all-you-can-eat Korean BBQ. The boys went all Neanderthal and insisted on doing all the cooking/serving. I wisely stayed silent and let the food pile onto my plate. What use is a hungry feminist?


And so, after an evening spent over-sharing your crimes and misdemeanours with your nearest and dearest, you miss the last train back to Kyoto and find yourself here, drunken, bloated and bereft, at sub-2am, at a pod capsule hostel.

These offer six intermittent hours of bleak Blade Runner rest in a surprisingly spacious coffin-like interior. Just close your eyes and pretend you're in Red Dwarf.

On the plus side, I no longer fear death. There will be porn and an attractive clock radio.