Walking up Gaien-Higashi Dori, the road that begins at Tokyo Tower and cuts through the Roppongi entertainment district, at 7 in the morning last Saturday there was more than the usual bags of garbage being torn at by crows, bleary-eyed hosts and hostesses knocking off work, or resting ticket touts and spaced-out clubbers to sidestep on the way to Roppongi Station.

Every shop doorway, bar entrance and other available nook or cranny seemed to harbor someone sleeping, with the number of bodies increasing toward the station -- and with it the realization that this slumber party had a dress code: navy blue polyester shirt, tartan kilt and sporran. Tartan hat (on the head or lying nearby) optional.

Clearly, a fair few Scotland soccer fans hadn't managed to make it home after the game against Japan the night before. More than a fair few, actually; in fact about 20, and even though the trains had by then been running for quite a while, none of them looked like they were going anywhere soon.