Met up with Colin and Dave for some heavy drinking and chat, we were meeting Katsura (my old work mate) and a few of her friends came along too. Trying to avoid what is commonly called a ‘gocon’, being three guys and three girls, we ate drank got merry
After this merriment had finished the three ladies concerned went home. Shibuya is a nice place to meet up with people because of all the fine establishments to hang out at.
It was about 11pm, the adventure had just started. Myself and Dave went to meet some of Daves mates at ‘Hachiko’ the infamous dog statue outside Shibuya’s main train station exit. We met with some folks of diverse backgrounds and drank as one. Colin went home.
After hanging out until 3am in one place (for some reason), we decided to head off clubbing at Yellow. The que was massive, so I buggered off to roppongi to see a friend, I hate roppongi, its a dirty smelly place full of westerners! Bit like soho, london.
First off I was with some guy called Tim and a Japanese guy who spoke like a rapper directly from the ‘projects. We actually ended up at a hostess bar, for the uninitiated, this is a place where men go to be chatted up by paid women, the charge is something like 6000 yen an hour (about Âœ30) to have some Russian lady wearing next to nothing, pour you drinks and chat you up. To touch her body costs 1000 yen per touch.
Luckily we had no money and the Japanese guy ran the bar!
Before we could get to finishing our drinks we decided to leave, it was just too much. My first experience of a hostess bar, and without indulgement we left. Its a pretty strange business, and pays well for the girls working. Near my house theres about 30 such clubs and I live in a tiny little backwater town with one bank and a police station the size of a bathroom.
Theres also about 10 pachinko parlours near my house, maybe I’ll go into what is pachinko another day. 🙂
We danced at the club next door for a bit, with Tim desperately trying to get a catch, although the concept was a little odd to him and he came away empty handed.
After leaving, I noticed that I must have snagged my bag on the coin locker where I stored it, as my Green Blue Peter badge had been torn clean off!
The badge has history, it was the first to be issued to the public! I wrote to Blue Peter in 1989 telling them to stop using polystyrene in their homemade Christmas decorations as it released CFC gasses into the atmosphere thus destroying the o-zone layer we once had.
Bright kid, where the fuck was that sensibility when I staggered home half dead on a œ80 night out loosing not only my badge but my shades too! (they fell off as I climbed off the train, retrived just out of the nick of time by an old lady standing behind closed train doors)
So from this day onward, I am never going carry anything precious, in fact I shall be wearing a brown sack and living in a barn now…