Our first flat. All 2DK of it. That is two rooms plus a dining kitchen. The largest room, at six tatami mats was just about large enough to swing a cat in, but only if the cat didn't mind a few nasty cracks around the head.

The less said about the beard/hair the better.



Early Days

1st. Apt.



Yoko - Fuk





S. Kyushu


UK 1998



Kites & Balloons

99 Islands

Sue / Japan

UK 2000

N. Japan




But the lack of space didn't stop us from entertaining.

Ruriko, being Japanese, is making the most of the heat (it's under the futon covered table). Brian, being Canadian, finds heat a somewhat alien commodity and prefers to dip one leg at a time.


For all those that think Meg never cooks, here's proof that it has happened.

If only once.

The state of the kitchen afterwards was enough to convince us that the experiment was failure.


The bedroom.

Note how it looks uncannily like the living room, only without the heated kotatsu table but a sleeping futon in its place.


Revenge for the tonkatsu above.

That chicken was the biggest roast I have ever seen in Japan. It only fitted into the combo oven corner to corner, which made even roasting a bit of a challenge.

Now I know why most Japanese families go to Kentucky Fried Chicken for Xmas.


Our flat mate James amoung the cherry blossom Sankeien.

When I left England in June 1991 James said, "See you there in the autumn."

I didn't realise that he meant autumn 1994.



But when he did arrive he brought CDs from the Ministry of Sound. The type of music I'd been missing for over three years.

But an apartment made of wattle and daub in a quiet residential neighbourhood wasn't conducive to playing it at the required volume.

Luckily the van had a good stereo and the port wasn't far away.


It's amazing what people will do for entertainment when they're short of cash.


The type of dancing that only gay men can get away with doing with other people's girlfriends.


As you can see, Yokohama nights are rather hot and humid in summer.


You certainly can't sleep.