What I like about Japan

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So here I am at the familiar point where I am getting ready to return to the 19th century and live in a society crawling with dreadful customer service like lice on a street beggar in London of 1782. Convoluted image I know but if you work on it then you will find a very disturbing graphic has just been placed in your subconscious.

Every time from now on that you are being told by your bank, broadband supplier, energy company etc., that they will sort the problem out (after you have been holding on for 20 minutes on a premium rate 0845 number) you will see, in your mind's eye, that beggar scratching himself to death and realise that you will have to phone again within 24 hours, repeat everything you have just said and still be told the same old sorry story; I will have it solved by tomorrow.

So I thought I would just tell you all why I love Japan, love being here and feel like I am living in a civilised society in the 21st century. Obviously I needed some reference points so I have just been out in the last hour shooting some snaps locally.

One of the things I love is that Japan has steadfastly refused to let multi-national supermarket chains into their economy in any meaningful way.  Tescos have all but given up trying. The result is that local economies and local high streets still survive. OK, in the consumer market at the moment there is a lot of moaning about the fact that VAT (or its Japanese equivalent) has just been hoisted to the mind boggling rate of 8%. People are really not happy about that, they preferred the less than 3% rate but grudgingly (very) accept that with a growing elderly population taxes had to rise.

I love the nursery schools, they are everywhere. I am not sure about the economics, I don't know if everyone can afford them but they are great. What I love more than anything else is watching as three members of staff take up to 24 2 and 3 year old kids for a walk to the local park.

Each member of staff will have 8 kids, all of them holding hands in a sort of big chain. The member of staff leads and the kids stretch out in a circle behind each of the staff member's outstretched hands. Moving slowly, all remaining together, every child doing as they are told, it is beautiful to see. I would love to photograph this but obviously that is problematic for very good reasons. But trust me, it makes your heart melt to see it.

I love the fact that people are a priority. Here we have a fully fledged OB and a taxi driving patiently along behind. Is anyone ramming their fist on the horn? Is anyone having a coronary? Is there any shouting or abuse? No, absolutely not. And even when Japanese people use their horn it is a more gentle reminder than an aggressive scream.

I love that old plastic bottles become windmills. Everywhere they plant food you can see this but I am not sure why they have done it here on an inner city street of Tokyo. Maybe to scare off the crows.

There is something about this phenomenon which speaks volumes about Japanese people.

For me this is about resourcefulness, creativity and environmental concern. These are not high blown ideals in Japanese society, they are just benchmark standards. Take rubbish collection. Before I left the UK the dustman failed to collect my domestic waste rubbish bin. As this is collected once every two weeks it contained all of my Christmas material, chicken bones and other sorts of food stuff residues. I phoned the council.

Now I had my bin out at midnight before the morning collection in the same place as it always is. But it wasn't emptied. OK, so we all make mistakes and previously, when this had happened, I phoned the council and they came the same afternoon and emptied it.

When I spoke to them this time, they told me that policy had changed. They no longer emptied on the same day unless they had made the same mistake within the last three months. What they did was send plastic bags through the post so you could then use them to fill up your new set of waste, place them beside the bin two weeks later (when the next collection is due) and the bin men, hopefully, will collect the whole lot.

I told them that I was actually away for five weeks before I could receive bags or whatever and that the waste would be rotting in the bin as a public health hazard. I pointed out that if the same mistake had been made in the last three months, rather than six months in our case, then they could collect the bin, consequently their decision on this was not about whether or not they could collect the bin but whether they were able to "breach" management policy.

They said they could not help me and suggested I unloaded my bin, placed it all in plastic bags, loaded it into my car and drove to the nearest council dump. I asked them if, considering they had not done the job my taxes paid for, they were willing to pay me for my time and effort covering their mistake.

They said NO.

I spoke to my councillor. He spoke to the department and he then told me nothing could be done. So my Christmas waste is rotting in my bin at my house right now, mid February, and when I get home I will find plastic bags have been posted through my door.

Here we have waste collections everyday. Well everyday except Sunday. Re-cycling is mandatory and sophisticated. An absolute joy to see. The local taxes are less than we pay at home. Did I tell you I love being in Japan?

I love Japan because being hardcore is not restricted to spotty youths. You may hear people say that being Japanese means you have to surrender individuality, not actually true. What you have to surrender if you are Japanese is being scruffy and anti-social.

What I love about Japan is the way people wait until the green man shows before they cross at traffic lights; even if there is no traffic in sight.

What I love about Japan is that there are OB's everywhere. These ancient and venerable dragons wander around free ranging rather than sitting inside. Before anyone says about temperature, well it has been freezing here today and in summer it is too hot and sweaty for a normal person to move more than four feet. Of course an OB is not a normal person and such extremes of weather do not effect her in any way.

So if you are standing waiting for the green man to flash and allow you to cross you just wait even if the road is clear. You do this not because it is the rules but because it is the right thing to do. If everyone just crossed then there would be chaos and besides, "Are you not patient enough to wait?".

Besides anything, whilst there are few CCTV cameras there are actually OB's everywhere and they are much more dangerous to civil liberty. Perhaps now she has moved up the street she wont see the woman cross. Believe that and you wont survive long here. If that woman crosses the OB will whip out an i-phone, take a snap and then be on the phone trying to identify the transgressor before she makes it to the other side.

Besides waiting for the green man, another thing I love about Japan is mothers transporting their kids around on bikes.

They have protective covers for their kids, helmets and it is a common sight to see one at the back and one at the front. Equally as common is to see the kid at the back, one on a cross bar mounted seat and the shopping in the front basket.
Superb carbon conscious transport efficiency.

I also love the fact that the urban roads are lined with trees. And, as you can see in this photo, people and shop keepers put their own pot plants out on the street as well. Do they get stolen? Do they get smashed? Go on, have a guess at the answer.

Not just trees though, lovely mature shrubs and bushes also adorn the byways.

And the trees very often, more often than not, carry their taxonomy in Japanese and English. I love that.

And in a side street of inner city Tokyo you can see a bike parked up with the shopping in its baskets. The owner is off buying Soy sauce in the Soy sauce shop but has been careful to lock the bike as everyone does.

I love Japan because they have protected their markets from global capitalism. They have not allowed agro-chemical farming industries to develop but supported intensive growing by local people through a restriction of the maximum amount of agricultural land it is possible for one person to own. This means that local produce is strong and traditional methods still survive in a very sophisticated and techno-savy market.

This image above is of the green tea shop. One key product, traditional production from small growers and a viable business in inner city Tokyo.

And next to the green tea shop we have the foundations laid for a six storey block of apartments (ground floor will be a retail unit). No space is to small for development and the skills and practices of Japanese home production put the UK to absolute shame.

Amidst all of this commerce, amidst all of this development and in the heart of this society, there is always a place for tradition and the role of the spiritual within communities.

In Japan their connection with their national identity is non-negotiable, this is not something which can be sold to benefit multi-national profits. The glue for this bonding lies in the ritual and spiritual calender, the mythology of Japan which is a living, breathing entity of thought and action within their society.

If you are going to develop land then it is not at all uncommon to call in spiritual advice. Feng Shui isn't just a part of architectural practice here, it is an accepted wealth management consideration. Here we see a block of apartments built within the last 7 years and space is made for a shrine in order to ensure financial success.

We know this is about financial success because it is a fox shrine, an animal associated with the preservation of good fortune and wealth. The placing and positioning of this shrine would have been advised by Shinto priests when the plans were being drawn up. A fop to tradition? Certainly not, everytime I am here I check to see if the shrine is being maintained and it is, clearly on a regular basis.

Everywhere you look you will see shrines and other ornaments of a healthy mythological structure. In London, the local yobs would smash it up within days.

Of course I could go on and on about why I love Japan. Believe me, I am just scratching the surface here at the moment. I began this trip and my "Japan Postcards" by criticising Lord Patten for his comment that Japan is not as different as it or others would like it to be. I gave the BBC correspondent, Rupert Wingnut-Glaze, a roasting for producing an article about the increase in bikes in Tokyo and I objected to the fact that most "commentators" write their pieces from the security of the business class lounge or in gated middle class ghettos which contain the global corporate elite.

I think Japan is different and it is a difference not only worth celebrating but worthy of respect; something the condescending white European media hack confuses with patronisation.

I love Japan not just because the toilet seat rises as I open the door. I love Japan not just because the toilet fragrances itself before I get through the door. I love Japan for more than a warm toilet seat, for more than a toilet which self cleans. I love Japan for the ingenuity behind the design, not just the design of the toilet seat but of society. I love Japan because you can buy this toilet and have it installed for £3000.

I checked it out thoroughly. In Britain this same model of toilet costs £11,500 without installation costs.

If you are a member of the House of Lords then I suppose you can afford to deal with this blatant rip off and sit down to write a piece about how Japan isn't really that different to anywhere else. I'll be back in a few days, really, really looking forward to being in the 19th century again.