I ordered the exact same thing on my last night in Tokyo so I could enjoy eating it without feeling like I was going to shit myself.

A wiser decision than on my first night in Japan in May, where despite suffering from indigestion painful enough to prevent me from sleeping on the plane over, I went straight to Afuri Kara Kurenai and ordered the 4/8 spice level. Kill or cure, as they say.

Just blame alcohol, that's what I did when I ended up going the wrong way on the Yamanote for half an hour before realising

Chortle calling Studio Canal "humourless" in a piece defending the Matt Forde Spitting Image is a bit bloody rich