ObviousGuy's Journal: Japanese as good drinkers? I beg to differ

Lingqi, whose journal I'm addicted to lately, wrote in his latest journal entry that he believes Japanese men are extraordinary drinkers. I assume that he thinks this because he owns a car and is spared the passed out, projectile vomiting, generally obnoxious drunk salarymen that ride the train home every single night of the week.

It could be Tuesday at 7 in the evening and some group of drunk bastards in their late 40's are staggering around the train looking for a place to stand where they won't be conspicuous as they jack off to the young schoolgirl in her sailor outfit standing by the door. Or they are passed out drunk with vomit streaming out of their nose and mouth in the middle of the train car. Or standing too close to the terrified office lady who is doing everything she can to get the chikan's hands off her ass.

Drunk Japanese are not a pretty sight. This isn't just a Friday night thing where these guys are blowing off steam after a week of work. It's every night Monday through Friday at every time from 5:00 until midnight (after midnight these idiots have to stay in a capsule hotel or get picked up by their understanding wives).

Perhaps I'll enter another Train People installment about some of these guys.

In the meantime, check out my friend's sister-in-law's concert and spread the word about it. Contact me if you have any questions about it.

Reminds me of my nightmare Tube ride...

[MonTemplar]

Crammed onto a Northern (aka Misery) Line train, I managed to get a seat. Unfortunately, a drunk was jammed into the seat next to mine, and with the aisle packed there was no escape. I spent the best part of twenty minutes with his thunderous snores reverberating in my ear, smelling the meths on his breath, and watching the spittle (green!) drip off of him onto my jacket - and praying that we'd reach Euston soon. Ugh!