Had it proved necessary I could have walked a hundred metres south and whiled away more time at Kinokuniya, but I found myself back at the Hilton around five to three, and curiosity, apart from killing the cat, demanded that I get the maximum exposure time from the unprecedented luxury I'd booked myself into.
Besides, Madam had made a couple of inquiries by way of text messages as to the quality of the conditions...
Anyway, as can be judged from the accompanying photo, the accommodation was, as expected, pretty schmicko, and after a quick call to establish contact with the inimitable Pope of Pop the next two hours were spent resting quietly and tapping out the narrative to the unprecedented point where I'm totally up to date with the story so far, and will be able to hurl myself at the shower and set out in search of nutrition, beer and Popes of Pop with the narrative being resumed tomorrow morning, when, hopefully, I'll be tapping out my review of a night with Elvis and The Imposters, which will be appearing over on the Music Pages, as well as in the relevant Little House of Concrete blog site.