MADOKA'S FLAT, FUCHU SHI, TOKYO, JAPAN / Yes, it is 3.30am

I have come to the conclusion that everyone, especially Japanese guys, has better hair than me.

Thursday, Madoka took me to see a hilaaarious one act of kabuki in Ginza. It was only 700 yen! BARGAIN! Fantastic atmosphere, costumes to DIE FOR, and female impersonation that would put the world's drag queens to shame. On the way there Mads suddenly said, "Oh my God, it's that really famous actor!" and became all star struck and quiet. I, on the other hand, had no idea who to look at/for and glanced around going, "DUH?". Then this guy in jeans and a T-shirt walks past, Madoka bows slightly to him (trying extremely hard not to squeal I can tell!) and he returns a bow, slightly embarrassed. He's Nakamura, Kantaro . His entire family (the male side anyway) are involved in kabuki. He looked much better in person I think.

Then we went into this fabulicious, HUUUUUUUGE department store where I felt like a homeless person in my 3/4 pants and singlet amongst all the immaculate ambience and customers.

Friday involved some wandering around electronic shops with Sarah-Soon-To-Be-In-Fiji. Japan is a GADGET HEaVEN - and I wasn't even in Akihabara! We stumbled across what looked like a Star Trek 'TriQuarter' but turns out it was a face massager thing. I attempted using the Nose Grease Extractor tool (complete with box to stick the used nozzle things) but I didn't get no grease comin out. Now i know why I feel so unkept - proper Japanese peeps use automatic eyelash curlers, eyebrow tweezers and a whole other assortment of pastel-coloured torture-like instruments to maintain that perfectly groomed look. We also sat for the maximum 15 minutes in massage chairs that I MUST purchase once I win the lottery. I had no idea what buttons I was pushing, but I now know the kanji (old school Japanese writing) for feet, calves and buttocks. あら、いい～気持ち..