Sunday, bruddy Sunday

When asked to write a reminder of yesterday, four words came to mind:

 

Slippery, Eighty, Foreskin and Sensual.

 

Eighty:

Saturday night was crazy, and after about eighty seconds of sleep, the alarm (lightning's guts) woke me up for another round.

Our host family (Tim) looked as though he'd been out all night four nights in a row.

But, we dusted off and headed to Hatsurdai (Hat Saturday) for a real slice of Japanese punk.

 

Slippery:

A cutla beers down and we started to spark up again, just in time to be shown an absolute lesson in punk music. 

The bands we were playing with kicked ass. Mohawks, beers, circle pits, wrestling matches and even babies were thrown into the mix, as we continued the slippery slope into drunkeness for another gig.

Playing our set was an absolute blast. The crew there got into party mode, and Kim from Doing Life getting up to sing Rudie Can't Fail with us.

 

Foreskin:

After the show we were treated to a Japanese end of tour tradition:  A member of the bar staff dropped trou and got his foreskin out. 

Thank you, we said.

A fitting way to end the Japan section of our trip, as once again the beeroo began to flow. 

Double back-flip Steve also made a great cameo.

 

Sensual:

After much yap about going out for another boys night…. it was the silky, sensual flavours of ramen (Japanese pho) that pulled the pin on another fun night in Japan.