Party Without Honour or Humanity

Took time out from the busy schedule of Japanese films to throw a birthday party for my housemate Alexander's 25th birthday, although the theme was, none-the-less, Yakuza and i had to nip out for two hours just as it was getting off the ground to see School of the Holy Beast. There were red lightbulbs, a TV in the hall playing Yakuza films, Sake, and various Japanese snacks, although it turned out I was the only one dressed for the part with my overly ornate 70s shirt, suit and sunglasses. A list has been made of those who did not show up. The Yakuza do not easily forget. Fingers will be lost...