The Telegraph has a new Japan expat blogger, the improbably-named Alastair Wanklyn, who sees a sea of umbrellas and comes to the only logical conclusion:
Japan’s umbrella culture is reinforced these days by an ongoing fear of fall-out from Fukushima – in particular, radioactive rainwater. Locals tend to hedge and keep brollies both at home and at work.
Bless! Aren’t the newbies precious! I’m looking to next month’s article, when an increase in airborne radiation is the cause of all the masks being worn on the train.
A joke: Alastair covers an AKB48 story in Akihabara but gets lost, so his editor comes to rescue him. "Do you have a Wanklyn here?" he asks at the AKB theatre box office. "No, just do it in the toilets like everyone else."
Or: "That’s no way to refer to the Otaku queuing for a handshake!"
Or: "That’s not the kind of handshake they’re queuing for!"