You lucky mofos, I'm going to "try" and do a daily blog of my behavior in J land. It might be interesting, it could just be rambling nonesense, considering I've been up about 30 hours will probably make this update more of the later.
Just ate a chicken bits on a stick thing after breaking down language barriers thus...
"one of those please" - POINT (actually in retrospect, thats a bit rude, one should gesture with your whole hand, no sticky pointy finger!
Also had the usual funny
"those cigs please"..."no to the left"..."more"...."more"
Flight was fine, didn't sleep a dink, usual behavior. Didn't really account for the coke in my whiskey and coke sleep aid. P.S - Nightol herbal are complete shit, regretted not bringing the half valium Most worrying moment was the loss of Nath for an hour, which turned out to be more him escaping Katie's protruding legs by passing out in the toilet, probably something to do with the 5 bottles of wine he had (smalls mind, smalls)
Landed to the usual oppressive humidity, but its kind of nice! Surprising lack of Swinery Fluery checking, so the hiding my hayfever wasn't necessary.
good to see all the old faces and talk about dogs and shit.
check in, showered, bath'd, refreshed now off to a production meeting, always fun. wicked lost in translation moments, file under lots of "ahhhhhhhh"s.
The I Love Betto T-Shirt is ready to go, I'm vitamin water'd up and ready to crack it.
As P the shit Diddy would say, "I"m locked in"
P.S - One of his twitter updates the other day actually said "I am god", total fruit nasty.
Smell you on the Nihon side
....Dope
Production meeting was, as expected, humorous. stage looks mint, 2 kits shining in their shiny glory.
The Count arrived, then flipped out to Tokyo for some party or some shizzzzle bizzle.
Then the fun begins...
Eating!
8 of us bit the bullet and went urban! Japanese cities are mental, they have all these little roads CRAMMED with shops selling electronics etc then loads of signs that seem to lead to what we'd imagine to be council estate corridors and staircases, when in fact they're all about the lift. Pick a floor, any floor, door opens and your in a new Japanese mental restaurant, all with little doorways an shizz and shit loads of people.
We tried a couple until we found one that could house such a weighty crew. House probably isn't the word. they proceeded to show us to a small hole in a staircase in the restaurant and instructed us to crawl through, which we did, some with less ease than others, then we're in our own like under the stairs den, about 1.5 meters high, with tables on the floor,cushions and a rather feral looking computer, deal is we're meant to order our dinner on this comp. Problem being we have no fucking idea A)what the menus on about and B) how to order anything we might like the sound of. BUt we soldiered on, and in fact had a bloody good time drinking ale and eating japanese/western in our own little den of ineligibility!
Much fun was had by all.
Then i bought a massive can of Asahi
Now I'm drinking it
Then I'm off to bed because its now 3.45 UK time and i've been up since 9am yesterday.
BOOM SHANK
catch you on the rehearsal side!
P.S - I ate chocolates in the bath whilst listening to Counting Crows earlier, horrific
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