Daniel Flay.

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

He likes stroking animals, Lost and tweed amplifiers.

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Today was a pretty lazy one. I have matching mosquito bites on both ankles. The laundry we’d done was taking ages to dry because of the humidity so we went to a coin laundry. This took some time, so I took a book I found in Dan’s apartment.

I couldn’t really tell what was going on so much.

This fellow was outside on the pavement.

For lunch, I got a corndog and some inari-sushi, which is rice covered in sweetened, deep-fried tofu skin.

We took the laundry back to Dan’s and headed out almost straight away for sushi. I thought I’d think it was kind of lame since literally everything here is raw and there’s no barbecue beef rolls, but I got some raw tuna and it was awesome. It was 130 yen per plate, which is 80p or something.

On the way home I played Pachinko, which is a really big deal out here. It’s pretty much vertical pinball that you play for money. I do not see the attraction.

This is a Pachinko parlour anyways, they’re huge and there’s loads of them everywhere:

Kind of an uneventful blog, sorry. I killed a horse with my bare hands and threw its head at some children, but I didn’t have my camera with me at the time.

Tomorrow we’re going to Akihabara to a maid café and to hopefully see some seriously insane things.

There are japanese girls in PVC police costumes singing on the TV.