Early one morning, between bites of toast and slurps of tea and while steeling myself for the office run around the M25, I caught a fleeting glimpse of what looked like a Koetsu pick-up on breakfast TV. My toast bounced off the carpet. This rare MC was being manoeuvred across an LP, playing to an assorted but appropriately hushed crowd seated in a dimly lit room. And not any old Koetsu but an Urushi if this millisecond edit was any guide. My tea sloshed as I sat in disbelief - this was mainstream exposure, even if only 0.001% of viewers appreciated the significance of this exquisite 'needle'.
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