I just got these photos developed from a disposable camera I bought in August. Dont you just love it when you find an old camera and the photos really surprise you? These are gold! I met some blokes from Sunderland in a little hip hop club in Kokura one Saturday night. They were there the next week, and a few weeks later, then we arranged to meet up one Saturday during a festival so we could scout around and see the sights. They worked for Nissan and were here to fix some cars which had been sent to Japan.
Only, there was nothing much wrong with the cars anyway, so they spent a lot of their time here getting completely legless and staying out until at least 5am, even on worknights. The Saturday of the festival turned out to be one of the funniest nights here, the blokes had loads of banter and stories to tell, were really game for anything and generally, great company. We sat in Kokura castle garden with bottles of ASTI from the supermarket, ended up getting locked in and having to climb over the gate to get out. THEN....KARAOKE!!! Damn! Not again. Good night, though!
They went home the following Tuesday, and me and my mate Guy met them for a farewell drink. They were dressed in pimp outfits, cowboy hats, diamante glasses and big plastic rings, etc.. and because it was the peak of the humidity here, they were sweating like...well, stocky, balding lobster-coloured men in their forties, really. Dipping the little Japanese flannels in champagne buckets, ringing them out and resting them on their sweaty fods. One of the best weekends I've had, without a doubt.
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