Killing In The Name Of....

In Cardiff, I would go out perhaps once or twice a week on a big one. In Japan, the fact that I rely on trains means there will either a minor night, or a HUGE night. This was the later. It is testament to this fact that I awoke at 3.50pm having gone to bed around 8.30am.

This time we headed to Osaka, Japan's second city, which is about 40 minutes away by express train. First though I headed to the familiar haunt of Sannomiya with Basim to meet up with a few peeps, most notable of whom was Duncan from my course in Cardiff, who had come all the way from Kyoto (other side of Osaka) to visit. Bless.


We went back to a British chain pub we have discovered called Hub and exploited the happy hour before being joined by Marina, Thomas, Mark etc. Merriment ensued, but there was one blip, namely spilling a whole pint onto me and Basim and standing in the toilet with my trousers off for a good 5/10 minutes drying them under the hand dryer......

Having regained composure, Marina, Mark and I left to meet up with others at the station to head across to Osaka. I was defiantly at this point feeling the impact of Hub's signature 60% double shot cocktail thing.

Before the club we decided to go for a sesh of "Nomihoudai" (All you can drink). By the way, I promise I'm not an alcoholic, these were my first drinks in like over a week! More fun was had by all and a further 4 drinks were spilt, quite amusingly by the same person, my half Japanese (cheater) half Australian friend, Yume (Yume is dream in Japanese)


After leaving the quite pleasant watering hole and after more then enough U-turns, we eventually stumbled upon a rock club not to dissimilar to metros in Cardiff. Head banging was the order of the night, until one song I requested opened with those oh-so-familiar first few notes. The Japanese looked confused but soon joined In as Mark, some Americans and I formed a quite aggressive mosh pit to Rage Against the Machines' "Killing In the Name Of" I was home.


The night wound down and I ended up sleeping outside the station along with a few others till the first train, missed my stop and had to work my way back along the line. I even managed to snatch a few words on the phone with the special one before crashing at 8am. By this point I was very much sober and in the cold light of morning you ask yourself "Was that worth it?"

You bet your arse it was.