Must be something in the Takoyaki

After braving the human waves on Omotesando Avenue in both directions, surrounded by massive groups of people demonstrating their allegiance to Ireland by their “shocking green” hair-dos and other related fashion attributes like shamrock-shaped facial stickers and beer googles (pictured), I decide to escape to another part of Tokyo, only to run into another rabid follower of the patron saint’s “mindful alcohol-fuelled revelry”, and thus confirming the “Everyone’s Irish on March 17th” motto.

Yes, but is she an alcoholic?

A Japanese friend of mine then tries to convince me that old ladies in Japan (just like anywhere else in the world) like to dye their hair in different bright colors, regardless of what’s going on. I prefer to disagree with him.