The following is Our Man's last-minute entry in the Japan blogathon Matsuri thingy here, on the theme of slow times and relaxing in Japan, though the eagle-eyed may notice he has tried his best to sex it up with gratuitous references to politics.
But on the other hand, Japanese have more public holidays and moon-viewing, flower-snapping, sea-appreciating days than anyone else*, so clearly they do value their downtime. Our illustrious leader, Taro Aso, noticeably enjoys shooting the skeet, even though he claims Japanese uniquely enjoy working. This is clearly nonsense. Talk to any salaryman and he'll tell you, between sniggers of embarrassed honesty, what he really wants to do is sleep or get pissed (there's a new verb for that - to be nakagawad), so Our Man concludes they are really just like the rest of us.
So, to answer the question, how does Our Man enjoy himself in Japan? Snigger, snigger, he gets pissed and sleeps.
*These facts were completely fabricated, but could well be true. Pic lifted from here.
7 comments:
and there are people in the blogosphere who say you've bought nothing with you to Japan.
decadence and moral decay are life's luxuries
What form of alcohol is your favorite to ingest? (And where do you wake up?)
Bourbon was the tipple of choice, but in the interests of preserving married life and the liver, just on the cheap Oz plonk and the odd Suntory Malts beer now. Once woke up on a park bench, but was fully clothed (sadly). You?
Oh, and of course sleeping on the Yamanote line, and ending up in Shimbashi at 1.30 with no way to get home, and there was the time Our Man fell asleep on the train from London to Chester and ended up in Manchester airport. Very uncomfortable platic chairs. The list goes on...
Good choice on dropping the bourbon. That sauce will surely end your marriage quick-like. I try my best to stick to beer... but things don't always go as planned.
Hmm, had you down as a single malt man for some reason.. Anyway, it looks like the rain is not going to let up, there's a bottle of Chilean cab sauv on chill, and Walter Weston's "Mountaineering in the Japanese Alps" on the table. Slow times are good times!
Chris - Sorry to disappoint. Beneath Our Man's sophisticated exterior beats the heart of a red-neck. Have a bottle of Shiraz downstairs and a cheap acoustic guitar that needs picking. Cheers to sloooow times!
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