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Adultery? Never… But I Can’t Stop This Feeling! Everybody Say Nanac in Europe 2025⑦
Oh, give it a rest, will you!

Still feeling absolutely rubbish (might even be some sort of infection), and now my iPhone 12 mini is about to kick the bucket too.

Ahh, not that it matters, but Rina Chinen is just too cute for words…

You know that saying, “I wouldn’t even mind if she was in my eye”? That’s exactly how I feel. Honestly, thinking about Chinen-san, I can only sleep from 9pm to about 8am. Tragic, right?

And another thing—not that it matters, but will I ever get to see Yuki-chan from the Cat Bed again…?

I handed out flyers at Takadanobaba Station for four years and three months, just hoping to meet Yuki-chan…

I even put my mobile number on those flyers.
But the only calls I ever got were prank calls or student loan companies—nothing good.

Ahh, I wish I could be the mouse or chair Yuki-chan uses with her PC. Just thinking about her, I can only sleep from 10pm to 9am. It’s rough!

Honestly, no matter how much times change, it’s impossible to suppress your feelings for someone, isn’t it?

I mean, even Van Gogh only sold one painting while he was alive…

What is love, eh?

Absolutely knackered.

My health’s at an all-time low—two weeks of asthma and a constant low fever. Didn’t even realise I had a cold. That’s a bit mad, isn’t it?

Sorry, but here comes the usual warning.

Let me just say this, as a word of caution:
This blog is written entirely at the whim and prejudice of yours truly (Paris!! Sheriff Kurihara). It’s all a bit random, really.

Just a reminder, but here’s the warning:
This blog, much like Twitter, Instagram, LINE, Mixi, and FB, is highly addictive.
So, if you’ve got time to spare, or even if you don’t, maybe give it a miss if you’re busy.

Despite repeated warnings, some people just can’t stick to the rules and end up messing up their personal lives. I can’t be held responsible for that, so you’ve been warned.

So, let me ask you again:
After all this, are you really going to keep reading? You must be thinking, “What on earth is this guy on about?”

Pescon! Pescon!
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Hee-kora! Hee-kora!
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I’m done for!!
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Extinction, mate.

The final on 16 May is over,
the 21 May WALL and 24 May NUTTY’S shows are done,
but the asthma and high fever just won’t quit. I’m a total mess.

Still, every person I meet gives me a bit of love and energy, but by the time I’m on the train home, I’m basically a zombie.

But honestly, every single event means more to me these days. Even if it sounds a bit dramatic.

In that sense, social media can be a handy tool, can’t it?

Not really feeling this vibe, but for all the maniacs who look forward to this blog, I’ve got to keep updating!

For now, when I’m mentally and physically exhausted, AGE OF KID’s “Purple Rain” just hits different. Give it a listen!

So, let’s look back,
starting from the end of MPF Day 1 on 18 April 2025!

Strangely, I can remember it all so clearly.

Manchester is just a brilliant city.

It’s a mix of modern and medieval gothic design, and if you get out of the city centre, you find these classic British streets—absolutely full of charm.

After the first day of MPF,
KAZ, Manabu and I stayed at a hotel arranged by MPF, but I ended up in a triple room all on my own.

(KAZ and Manabu were staying in Manchester for four days, so they had a different place.)

Oh, and by the way, hotels in the UK don’t have toothbrushes. Same in Liverpool, so just keep that in mind.

After travelling from London the day before, finally having a shower and a bed after two days was enough to make me cry with joy.

Same as the 47TOUR—being able to shower after a gig is just the best.

It’s all travel, travel, travel—sometimes I feel more like a driver than a band member.

Baths and sleep are so precious, honestly.

The next day, the only plan was to see waterweed at The Union around 3pm, so I just had a bath, watched some cable TV, and crashed out.

Probably around 11pm…

Slept straight through until 8am.

Went for a walk in the park nearby and messaged KAZ and Manabu to see if they fancied a bit of sightseeing. Didn’t get a reply (probably too tired), so I decided to explore the city on my own.

Turns out, “Manchester Cathedral”, the “National Football Museum”, and “Old Trafford” (home of Manchester United) are all about 30–40 minutes away by car.

Forgot I’m a bit of a nervous driver in Japan (except on the motorway), but I set off into the city alone.

That decision nearly cost me my life. No joke.

I didn’t realise the area around the venue was a bit out of the way, so I thought the city wouldn’t be too busy…

But driving to Manchester Victoria station alone was terrifying!

It’s like Takeshita Street in Japan, but with trams and one-way streets all mixed together—total chaos if you’re driving.

I was planning to park near the Cathedral or Football Museum, but every car park was absolutely rammed.

The only available spots were underground car parks at about €20 an hour—madness!

So I tried to find a cheaper spot further out, and that’s when things got dicey…

Honestly, I nearly died.

Maybe I actually did die…

To get to a car park further from the station, I hit a few panic moments:

Missed calls from family on LINE—couldn’t answer because I was driving and the phone was hooked up to the car.

Accidentally went down two one-way streets the wrong way—kept missing the satnav and had to turn around about ten times to get out.

No idea how to use the city parking—usually it’s service areas or street parking on tour, but this was my first time solo in a city car park.

Normally I’m a careful driver, but three car-related troubles in a row had me on edge…

While looking for parking near the Football Museum from Victoria station, I had to turn right across traffic. The light was green, so I followed the car in front, but suddenly two cars came flying at me at about 80km/h.

I must have made a mistake with the turn.

Suddenly, two cars were right in front of my left bumper.

It was like one of those near-death experiences—everything went into slow motion…

I barely remember what happened.

But I just thought, “If I don’t hit the accelerator now, I’m dead!” So I floored it.

Everything went silent, and I felt like I was floating…

Maybe something cosmic saved me…

It was silent. I was floating.

That’s it.

For a split second, I thought,
“If I die here, who’s going to find me?”
“How will my family in Japan find out?”

Just like they say, your life flashes before your eyes.

Maybe the MPF tree wanted me to enjoy waterweed and the rest of MPF, so it saved me.

Anyway, thank you.

I really did nearly die…

19 April 2025—Kurihara, nearly dead in Manchester.

Oh, give it a rest!

After all that, I couldn’t enjoy any sightseeing. Wandered over to the MPF venue in a daze.

Told KAZ and Manabu about the incident, then rushed off to see waterweed.

Long story short, their live show was absolutely world-class—so confident, so tight…

Honestly, after my near-death experience, I ended up crying while watching waterweed.

It was a wild gig.

Afterwards, I just wandered around the venue until my legs were dead, chatting with random punks, and before I knew it, the day was over.

All I could think was, “I’m so glad to be alive.” I must have said it a hundred times.

Apparently, ancient Japanese samurai always thought about how they’d face death every day.

Me? Never thought about it. Just been drifting through life!

Thank you! That’s it for MPF Day 2!
Thanks for reading.

No idea when the next update will be, but next time it’s Liverpool!