Last summer, as part of our preparations to return to London, we were in Shibuya buying omiyage cookies, there was still plenty of daylight. Down, underneath the streets in the Hachiko statue area, we came across the loudest, crassest, most obnoxious North American we’ve ever encountered, completely intoxicated, in shorts with a full set of burn marks on his wooden Fuji San staff. The very personification of Family Guy’s Peter Griffin at his most grotesque.

Perhaps they’ve worked out what Nomihoudai means and are comatose by 7pm.