The title of this latest instalment will be familiar to some of you bloggernaughts as it is the name of the hottest new drink on the London/Niseko party scene. Yakult and Pernod, served on the rocks with the Yakult on the side, half open. For smooth and relaxing times think Maison du chocolat. But credit where credit is due and Mr Creamer must take a bow as he is this tipples true innovator. 
So lets get to it, new years and James (the brother) and Matt's (friend of the brother) visit are now things of the past but let us all bow our heads and try and remember the highlights of the last couple o weeks.Their stay got off to a fantastic start, which involved rain and some of the most vomit inducing aussie behaviour to date. Including dancing on tables whilst playing didgeridoo's and generally being the most annoying people of the past, present and future. This was only made better by seeing them having dinner with their mums later in the week, fucking wankers this is 2008! Who has a mum these days eh? Twats. OK, its out of my system now. Bastards. On the plus side one of the guys had a striking resemblance to a character from Ducktales who we couldn't quite recall, y'know the kind of spazzy duck who wanted to come on all the adventures but was generally told to 'get fucked' but they other ducks? After much research we concluded he was called 'Bubba the Caveduck' (who was accidentally brought back from the past but then accepted as one of the family). Also there was another character called Launchpad Mcquack but there's no corresponding Australian to him.
- A Caveduck
Anyway, so far so bad for James and Matt who had quickly started talk of going to Tokyo asap. However, some good snow and some less annoying nights out things were turned around and they eventually had a g
ood ol time methinks. In particular new years where, due to poor organization and dithering we spent midnight in the street on our own. As this was clearly to be the highlight of our night we ambled back to our local 'Splash Bar' which was rife with underage kids, absolutely smashed (you tube video will hopefully appear soon). So after high fiving some kids we escaped to the old gimmer lounge upstairs (i.e. anyone over 20) and shouted a lot while me and Bennan got laughed at by pretty much every Japanese person for wearing tops based on a children's TV show. Incidentally this did nothing to dispel the rumours about us being gay that have somehow developed among our Japanese work colleagues. God knows how, it not like we talk about having baths together the whole time or anything...oh wait.
ood ol time methinks. In particular new years where, due to poor organization and dithering we spent midnight in the street on our own. As this was clearly to be the highlight of our night we ambled back to our local 'Splash Bar' which was rife with underage kids, absolutely smashed (you tube video will hopefully appear soon). So after high fiving some kids we escaped to the old gimmer lounge upstairs (i.e. anyone over 20) and shouted a lot while me and Bennan got laughed at by pretty much every Japanese person for wearing tops based on a children's TV show. Incidentally this did nothing to dispel the rumours about us being gay that have somehow developed among our Japanese work colleagues. God knows how, it not like we talk about having baths together the whole time or anything...oh wait.Other highlights included a Paper Mario chatterthon, Ben finally resisted the urge to watch freestyles on you tube and chatted to her. Only to confirm that she is incredibly boring; but then there's not much room for personality when you are made of paper.
Matt spent the latter part of the night pretending to be aussie and was continually called a 'bogen' by fellow aussies, who next time they saw him asked after his sister and cousins, who he insisted he was out with (but didn't seem to note that he was no longer Australian and now English).
Darrel, disgusted but the underage drinking tried to put an end to it by claiming to be Assistant Manager, nice.
Speaking of Darrel, he is now in charge of these lodges that our crummy company property manages and old chumpsworth here has to clean (as you expect when you get a job snowboard instructing). The whole operation is an absolute sham but does lead to some good Darrel moments, who is sort of like fat Ross' sidekick now. Other news, got another instructing job to supplement my terrible wage.
Ben almost wrecked the fucktruck in an awesome skid (Que Darrel: 'just down the gears mate, down the gears, down the gears, etc, etc').
The warehouse's name is now the 'Warebase' a cross between warehouse and riverbase, its two previous names. It also sounds like the layer of a really shit superhero and can only be directed to by its location to Maison du chocolat.
Cool well I think we are all done here, please enjoy these photomotos to ease the pain of parting....oh also there's a video of some insects fighting.
Paper Mario (right) and Paper Luigi (left) and unknown man, most likely aussie.
Darrel, the man, the legend.
New years, 4 men, one street and a camera.
1 comment:
happy effin new year you big bogan!
brother ship
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