We were meeting Yuko and Eugene's friends and we ate opposite this yaki-niku place which was under the railway arches (our place didn't look so interesting). We had stray cats running between our legs, the shinkansen running on top of the arches, and booze-a-plenty running through our veins. Which explains how we ended up in karaoke again. And possibly also explains how, after karaoke and on the metro back to Yotsuya, I was dancing up and down the carriage in the most obnoxious of fashions singing the choruses (chorum? Chorii? What?) of old Japanese pop songs (TRF we love you!) and trying to get a response from the staid Japanese on their way home.