Daniel Flay.

Daniel Flay is a tortured, dyspraxic musician from Cambridge, UK.

He likes stroking animals, Lost and tweed amplifiers.

August 5th

I’m in Tokyo at the moment for three weeks. On the train from the airport, a small girl was tapping her mum on the shoulder, pointing and laughing at me. Later, a guy took a photo of me on his phone without making eye contact or acknowledging me at all.

At the hotel in Asakusa (literally right in front of the metro station), I asked the receptionist if he spoke English and he said ‘yes’, nodding and saying ‘ahhhhh’ while I was explaining about reserving a capsule and stuff. Then he shook his head a bit and took me to the right hotel, where a wasted businessman was trying to talk to me for a bit before walking around shouting ‘Gaijin! Gaijin!’

I met my pal Dan in Ueno for the best ramen ever (roast pork, with fried rice and gyoza for about £8) and we hit the arcades (which are incred).

I got back to the capsule hotel at about 0030. I put a 500 yen coin into a box on the wall and it let me watch a TV program where a guy squozed tomatoes over a girl’s face for about ten minutes. The next program had a girl melting an icicle.

Money well spent, I think.