Ojarus are a couple of tea-cosy aficionados gone mad- either that or they’ve got some outlandish head-shapes. I caught up with them in Ueno just as they were finishing their bit of Heaven Artistry, and so I really don’t know what they did for their act. Perhaps poked people in the eye with their long blue head-hats? Tuned into to long-wave AM radio and danced along to Thrash Elvis out of Missouri (the home of Thrash Elvis, or so I’m told)?
In his spare time he uses his head-hat to rescue kittens stuck in trees, itch the backs of giants, and get the book down from the top-shelf for some old granny.
Whichever it might be, I found them to be a charming pair of rogues, waddling off with their bags tucked under their arms, great heads swaying in the wind. Farewell, bon chance, sayonara, my dear imaginary friends!
Strange performers, hmm. Now just what did they do?!
What a sweet pair of grand olde kabuki dames.
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