
Would you call me an awful traitor if I admitted that I never feel a shred of homesickness for the UK these days? Thanks to the recent appearance of Morrissey in Tokyo (where I ended up seeing him twice), there is very little that I feel I am missing out on. Back when I first came to Japan I did remember missing English humour, and to fix that problem ended up picking up the entirety of Red Dwarf on VHS for 10 yen a shot from the noble Book Off. Thanks to the wonder of the internet even that is no longer an issue, and given that the country is run by a certain C these days I can honestly respond “no” to my Japanese friends asking me if I regret missing out on the olympics.
But even having said that all that, when I strut through Shinjuku station and see that the UK can still command a pop-up shop in the heart of Tokyo I am vaguely proud, in the same way as I am of our history in the formative years of underground fashion. But its, and my future is in Tokyo.

If you fancy a bit of London in Tokyo, this is in B1 Lumine Est, Shinjuku station and is brought to you by Plaza.

















