The man bags and the shecht rag
My new year Japanese message (It says 'Auld rang syne') and I like to take the odd swipe at the ridiculous Japanese national pride
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My last post had 'man bag' in the title and I noticed on my site stats that someone was sniffing around my site looking for something related to a man bag. I bet they had to delve deep, past the first three google pages of the search to come up trumps with my post. I recently bought a bag, more a brief case type thing, you know for carrying around my skiffs, but it could be mistaken for a man bag. The Japanese geezers love their man bags, and there are some real belters around, most are really cheesy piles of silk lined, leather shite. Some however are very cool. Since investing in a bag it has to be said, they rule the school and it beats having pockets full of keich.
My one is made by this bunch, who make all sorts of bags, luggage and other tripe.
At the end of the Japanese version of The Office...
So once you think you're in you're out
'Cause you don't mean a single thing without
The man bags and the shect rag
That your poor old Grandad had to sweat to buy you
This verse is bang on the money, as it's all the old folks that work the rice fields in Japan, 'cause the young people can't be humped as they are too busy fannying around with their keitai (mobile/cell phone) or mucking around with their hair. I reckon there's trouble a brewing. They're going to have to get in some cheap foreign labour and that's not going to be popular with this very homogenous nation. Don't get me wrong, I'm not calling them a nation of brilliant bandits. That's the price of a good man bag you see, you can't have everything.
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