I remember reading Hemingway and in ” For Whom The Bell Tolls” this bloke asks his er partner after an act of coitus, “Did thee feel the earth move?” I always thought this was very bloated male bollocks. By the way, they did the deed in a meadow. When he stood up the bloke said to his er partner,”Gracias.”

In a Tokyo hotel room this morning, as I scratched my stomach and contemplated getting up, the earth moved. The coat hangers rattled, things fell off my desk, the building swayed   and undulated, I was on the 8th floor, and I thought Hemingway.

I went to a breakfast, all excited, with a Japanese colleague. She never mentioned the earthquake. When I, schoolboyishly, did, she said something like, “Well duh yeah.”

I like Tokyo

Every Japanese city has one.

Earthquake breakfast. I thought I was pretty much in control of Japanese breakfast until I smashed the hard boiled egg on my tray to find that it was’nt.

TV station

Love Hotel

Statue of Liberty

It’s Christmas at Haneda