Mr. Sato (Page 28)
The interesting operating system for buying metres of bubble wrap involves the use of a gacha capsule toy machine.
Our reporter Meg turns her lens on 12 months’ worth of steamy male skin, including borderline-illegal cosplay.
Feats of strength and porn-loving compatriots are all part of why it ain’t easy being Japanese Santa.
Just another day in the office as our Japanese-language staff prance about the place, jumping other things no-one else can see.
A year of driving the Mr. Sato itasha turned out to be far too long for its owner, so we bid it goodbye in the cheapest way we could.
Even when he’s not dressed as a glam rocker, Mr. Sato can’t help but draw the suspicion of Tokyo law enforcement.
”Super-low-quality costume that makes you popular” will have everyone asking “Where’s sexy Waldo?”
Mr Sato and his friend Butch paid a visit to the biennial auto show ahead of its official opening day.
Meet Butch, an old friend of Mr. Sato’s who is carrying the torch in the noble pursuit of iPhone launch notoriety.
They say VR is a powerful tool, but is it enough to make our grizzled reporter swoon like a blushing bride?
After spotting a suspicious stranger in Shinjuku, Mr. Sato is connected with someone he’d never have expected.


































































