2008-03-09

Strolling over to Omotesando to soak up some spring sunshine and also to enter into a complex dialogue with the Citibank ATM machine which usually ends in me giving it a little ironic bow, I couldn't help noticing an abundance of tricolours, and assumed some Irish bigwig was in town. The sight of some slightly inebriated non-Japanese of European extraction bearing cans of happôshu gave me an important hint as to what might be up, and being of a quiet, contemplative nature I struck Irish Pubs of all kinds off the list of possible places to spend the evening.