Brrm! Brrm!, or, the Man from Japan, or, Perfume at Anchorage New edition

A prospective Japanese high-flyer called Akira Suzuki came to London for a little international polish. He pondered the litter and the unappealing food, he smiled politely at predictable motor-cycle jokes about his name (Brrm! Brrm!), and thought, so this is the famous British sense of humour.