The ancient Romans searched through the entrails of sacrificed animals looking for omens, and as we sat waiting for last night's show, I found myself pondering the significance, if any of two items that were probably of no significance at all, but when you've got half an hour's wait, that's the sort of thing you do after you've had a photo taken with the Wheel in the background.
Actually, we were lucky to be there at all.
If The Supervisor hadn't asked what time the show started we might have rocked up at least half an hour after the actual commencement.
We'd had lunch with The Sister and The Rowdy Niece, and I'd answered a question about starting time with a seven-thirty, omitting an I think and failing to note the expression of surprise from someone who's rather more au fait with the way things run over here than her sister, who has spent the last twenty-odd years in Australia.
Most of the conversation was, predictably, in Japanese, so I didn't pick up the 'that's early for a Sunday' (or words to that effect).
We also learned that the ¥500 drink charge we'd complained about earlier is, in effect, standard operating practice in these parts.