We go to Harajuku. The bridge where the freaks go to be watched by tourists. They gather like flocks of birds, their plummage is magnificent, they twitter and preen in groups and then settle on the ground. Packs of photographers gather about them taking photos, not going too close, hoping not to disturb the quarry.
In the park the rock'n'rollers do the twist. The men dress like Elvis in his comeback year: sexy black leather and hips, a litre of gel pointing their hair in gravity defying directions.
Along the paths around the edge of the park are bands all in a line. Some play with ferocity and desperation; some play to amuse. It's wonderful to be young. It's wonderful all this sensation, this assault, this shot through the heart. As I stand there and watch a band play, and the lines of girls jumping up and down, and our students standing there sort of stunned sort of delighted, I think: "God New Zealand is dull".
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so even J Double P uses the internet ay?
Japan was kool though, you going back in 2 years?
--- Zeng Master (as you call me, lol)
P.S. - If you don't come you don't get that cool "J Double P" title anymore.
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