Have a good week… I’ve been stuck in the land of the alternative for the last two weeks, and may have the same to go again. Tokyo.
Yesterday I took a walk around the hotel and could swear I had bumped into the nexus between surrealism and the twilight zone. On one side were the familiar rockers – probably still recovering from the many tribute events that started last weekend in memory of Elvis Presley… I must say, those boys have, no matter how much others criticize, some cool haircuts. That said, the current weather must be playing havoc with the grease used to hold it all together.
On another side were the ever-so admirable homeless – living in neat, organized boxes with folded blue tarpaulin; and with the shoes placed ceremoniously outside.
And then there was the ‘yewf’. What is it with the girls here… many are routinely wearing cat-eared headbands, or big bowties in their hair, and all have colour-matching dresses that range from superheroes to gothic Lolita’s to baby outfits. I’ve seen a few wearing arm-long gloves that have at the end cat paws and even finger dancers – I think that is what someone told me they were. As for the chaps with them; very ‘unique’ idea of fashion sense, but almost all have asymmetrical haircuts that belie either their true heights, or what direction they are facing. Always been a short back and sides man, myself, but whatever rocks one’s boat. Oh, and contact lenses – it’s the rage, for both sexes, with, ostensibly, blue being the colour of choice if donning sensible sartorial during the day, but all manner of mixed colours and internal patterns come the weekend. Dear me, I hope the girls are not reverting to skin cleaning with mercury, for they surely would if told it was the surest way to make the face white.
I’ve seen one chap walking across a street wearing, from top to bottom, and with nothing else, a solid plastic daysack (probably a bikers backpack made by Samsonite or something), bare chest, and what I think where shorts, but may have been underwear for all I know. From there, the affront to the eyes ended in a pair of what I think were Doc Martins.
I’ve been coming here for years, and I’m telling you, this place is, whilst always interesting, becoming a whole lot more weird!
On a serious note, thank you gammase1 for the polite exchange – on other threads, profanity may have reined between other participants. I, for one, would certainly be interested in any future input that you could bring to this thread. In addition to this, it was, strangely some may say, a pleasure to have to return to my rambling…agreed, clearer distinctions can be warranted. Dear me, that’s a few more hours on top of what I spend already, before sticking the finger up at the focus of the submission.
Trying to have a little laugh at the expense of fundamentals, without the droll becoming dulled by complicated division of statistic is at the heart of my pops, and, I hope, provides for some entertainment to the readers during the boring hours at the trader’s post.
Yesterday I took a walk around the hotel and could swear I had bumped into the nexus between surrealism and the twilight zone. On one side were the familiar rockers – probably still recovering from the many tribute events that started last weekend in memory of Elvis Presley… I must say, those boys have, no matter how much others criticize, some cool haircuts. That said, the current weather must be playing havoc with the grease used to hold it all together.
On another side were the ever-so admirable homeless – living in neat, organized boxes with folded blue tarpaulin; and with the shoes placed ceremoniously outside.
And then there was the ‘yewf’. What is it with the girls here… many are routinely wearing cat-eared headbands, or big bowties in their hair, and all have colour-matching dresses that range from superheroes to gothic Lolita’s to baby outfits. I’ve seen a few wearing arm-long gloves that have at the end cat paws and even finger dancers – I think that is what someone told me they were. As for the chaps with them; very ‘unique’ idea of fashion sense, but almost all have asymmetrical haircuts that belie either their true heights, or what direction they are facing. Always been a short back and sides man, myself, but whatever rocks one’s boat. Oh, and contact lenses – it’s the rage, for both sexes, with, ostensibly, blue being the colour of choice if donning sensible sartorial during the day, but all manner of mixed colours and internal patterns come the weekend. Dear me, I hope the girls are not reverting to skin cleaning with mercury, for they surely would if told it was the surest way to make the face white.
I’ve seen one chap walking across a street wearing, from top to bottom, and with nothing else, a solid plastic daysack (probably a bikers backpack made by Samsonite or something), bare chest, and what I think where shorts, but may have been underwear for all I know. From there, the affront to the eyes ended in a pair of what I think were Doc Martins.
I’ve been coming here for years, and I’m telling you, this place is, whilst always interesting, becoming a whole lot more weird!
On a serious note, thank you gammase1 for the polite exchange – on other threads, profanity may have reined between other participants. I, for one, would certainly be interested in any future input that you could bring to this thread. In addition to this, it was, strangely some may say, a pleasure to have to return to my rambling…agreed, clearer distinctions can be warranted. Dear me, that’s a few more hours on top of what I spend already, before sticking the finger up at the focus of the submission.
Trying to have a little laugh at the expense of fundamentals, without the droll becoming dulled by complicated division of statistic is at the heart of my pops, and, I hope, provides for some entertainment to the readers during the boring hours at the trader’s post.
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