As you may remember, I get very strong cravings for Indian food lately and to say that these have yet to be satisfied would be an understatement – I was so disappointed with one meal that I refused to pay for all of it.
But I’d spied an Indian friend on Facebook dining at a place called Priya, and I thought maybe my luck was finally in. On a particularly rainy, stormy and miserable day, my accomplices and I dripped and shivered our way over to Hiroo and our noses were immediately greeted by warm, spicy and enticing scents. Continue reading “Review: Priya, Hiroo, Tokyo”
I have never been a quiet or timid person. “She’s very loud,” my first primary school teacher told my mother, waggling meaningful eyebrows.
I have also never been very good at filtering what comes out of my mouth.
This is why you should on no account give me a microphone and let me loose in front of an audience of 200 people.
I ended up at presentation evening called PechaKucha 20×20 last week. Born in Tokyo, but now organised in over 700 cities worldwide, I was attending its birthplace: SuperDeluxe in Roppongi. The rules of a PechaKucha Night are simple: anyone can present on any topic but they only have 20 slides, each of which will be displayed for only 20 seconds. The maximum length of a talk is therefore only 6 minutes and 40 seconds, preventing anyone for being too boring or using up time allocated for other speakers. ‘Pecha kucha’ means ‘chit-chat’ in Japanese – the event is meant to be informative whilst keeping things light and informative. Continue reading “Don’t give her a mic! PechaKucha & Okinawan alcohol”