My very first apartment in the Land of the Rising Sun was affectionately known as “Funky Town”. When I first arrived in Japan my company had allocated me a modest monthly allowance to cover property rental and furniture. I was excited to get out there and get my pad sorted, but before heading off on a spending spree I fired off a question to my manager to get the low-down on what expenses the accommodation budget would cover. The response was that I could spend the amount on anything that I wanted, and as a demonstration of the broadness of the scope, by way of example my manager said that if I wanted to I could spend the whole amount on prostitutes each month and sleep in the gutter just as long as I got receipts from the prostitutes.
Armed with this directive, and being a single guy, I rented an unfurnished apato in a cool part of town. The only furniture that I bought was a one-seater leather recliner, a big arse TV. Oh, and a bed. I used the remaining amount of the budget on essentials like black lights, strobe lights and lava lamps. For the complete effect, I plastered my ceiling with a constellation of those tacky glow-in-the-dark self-adhesive stars and planets. Thus, “Funky Town” was born. A bachelor stronghold and popular party pad.
When it came time to tie one on in celebration (or is that commiseration?) of a buddy’s pending nuptials, “Funky Town” was nominated as the starting point for the festivities of the evening. We decided to kick-start the night with a few looseners at “Funky Town” before moving onto further debauchery in what was being touted as a surrogate bachelor party (or stag, buck or bull party depending where you are from). Given that the number one rule at a bachelor party is to humiliate the bachelor, our man Nick was requested to be attired in a Pink Power Ranger outfit for the duration of the evening. Like a champ, Nick, without argument, donned the garb and everyone queued for a photo with Mr Pink.
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