Mash-up In 名古屋市

Yes. The title is pretty much the truth, actually. The second part of a weekend of getting wasted. And bravo, ser. Even if I do say so myself.

Yes... japes-a-plenty were most definitely had.

So we went to go and see our mates' band, Molotov USK (I never asked what USK stands for). It amused me, as it will you Square folk, to not know and settle on my own delightfully ridiculous and unlikely conclusion.
They were playing at a place that was offering.... 3 HOURS OF FREE BAR.

Yes. Free bar. Two of the most beautiful words in the English language. And when combined together, are at least the square (if not far higher orders) of the sum of their constituent parts.

So we got a lift to Nagoya. Woo roadtrip.

After eventually finding the right place, one pays a nominal entrance fee of a couple of Gs (cheers for the guestlist, Dave mate !!), and is presented with an empty glass.

Alrighty, so it's not just a free bar, it's HELP YOURSELF.  What is one to do...?  One did feel a bit like a fuckhead in a pharmaceutical warehouse.

But couple that to the fact that one constantly feels like Alice, tumbling head-first down that damned rabbit hole... what's a bit more random, eh ?  With purple Tuesday composed mostly of toasters sitting astride tables. With spoons. And nhorse.

Yes, well. Anyway, one could help oneself to whatever one's chosen poison was, out of the selection of beer, gin, evil tequila, vodka and creme de cassis. Mixers included Pepsi, tonic water and tea. Yes, tea.

So that's a quadruple shot of vodka and coke is it...?  Thanks, don't mind if I do.

So after two of those, the old vodka was starting to run out. So I finished that up (a dash over a double) and added some creme de cassis, thinking I'll have an alcoholic ribena. Alas, no lemonade. So more coke it was. It was surprisingly tasty and went down a lot smoother than did the vodka and coke.

Right then, next drink up was double vodka (new bottle) and double cassis and coke. Tasty. Had several of those. Gotta get one's money's worth. Also: FREE BAR !!!

Oh right, so something about a band, yeah ?

I took fuckloads of pictures, but I reckon these are the ones that turned out best.

And I recorded the whole last tune.





And a few more snaps.

So this is Pete. He's the lead singer, and along with Miyuki-san, is the owner of Atlantika. He's very good peoples. Plus he's English, as a fellow really ought to be xD

Me and Kahori-san !!  Kahori-san is Dave's bird and she is proper lovely. Like a lot of people here are.

You gotta love that cloud of smoke...

This is what the sound mixing desk was lain upon. I liked it.

The 'bar'. There was also foodstuffs available, but I no fancied. Would have cut into the alcohol time.


I think in total, I put away somewhere between 16 and 20 shots in the couple of hours we were there. Awesome.

After the guys had finished, we lingered outside for a while and there was talk of heading somewhere else. Getting a lift meant we were not bound by getting the last Shinkansen home. Which is like ridiculously early. Something like 11PM. Fucking provinces. I almost miss the Gauntlet of Hell. Almost.

Then off we went to somewhere else. Woot. Somewhere else !!

So outside, there was this promoter dude. American bloke, had blagged a fag off me during the gig. Only too happy to oblige, of course. I had seen him during the course of the evening, pushing T-shirts on to people for a G. Or giving them away in some manner of contest.

But then at the end, he asked me for another fag. "Yeah," I said, "for one of those T-shirts."

So in the end I 'paid' five fags for a T-shirt they were selling for sen-en (1000￥). Hahaha, do the maths. A pack of fags is about yonhyaku-en (400￥), five works out at hyaku. I traded hyaku-en for sen-en. That is a rather tasty 1000% profit. Plus I got a T-shirt. Nice. I'll post a pic of it when I post art.




I think I take issue with one of the gaijin present getting in the way intentionally. Hehehe, it's all in good humour though. I'm fairly certain. I was pretty cunt-faced by this point of the evening.

Hahahaha, 'Huck Finn' try saying that ten times really fucking fast.

HUCK FINN !!!


Randomness on the way to 'somewhere else'.

Tower lurking in the distance.

Apparently.

 Random lights.

More random lights.

Random tower up close.

Random tower up close again. But this time from a different angle. Now featuring trees.

Hah !

Random statue. And I think it might be kind of kinky. Oo, er. Mrs.

Beneath the tower. As if that wasn't glaringly fucking obvious or anything.

Hahaha.

This is wood against toilet.

So outside the bar, I was like "Hang the fuck on !!  This better not be no fucking strip club. I am not fucking paying to get into no fucking strip club !", I vaguely remember slurring, (these Australians can seldom be trusted), but thank fuck, I was mistaken.

It's like being in London...

Which means... LONG ISLAND ICED TEA.
And thank fuck thank fuck thank fuck thank fuck. It was reasonably priced - no more than similar drinks, and it was so good to have one again.

I never noticed Tristan behind me... I mean, how could I...?  But this is a cracking photo.
I was actually trying to take a picture of my drink, as in the above, but that was clearly an epic fucking fail.

Yeah, this place really reminded me of London.




Except for the glowing drinks. They were a bit special.

On the way back now.

And the 'yoot' or however the fuck they spell it in Australia.

And after we got back to Toyohashi at what can only be approximated to 'stupid o'clock' we thought we'd stop in Atlantika for a quick one... What better way to finish off a grand old evening than with a fucking mojito. Bravo ser. Even if I do repeat it myself.

Fucking waster bastards.

Ah well, that was a fantastic evening of getting mashed. About bloody time, as far as I'm concerned. It was a good way to mark my four weeks of being here. I know man... four weeks. How monumentally and epically fucked up at actual Shakespearian magnitudes of 'what the fuck'.

Watch this space for art.