Also known as part two of my Token Pervy Post from last year which was short on actual perversion and merely existed as a sort-of mid-year update of recent idols that had caught my interest. Expect minor predictions on my next Idols of the Year list or whatever, plus a small dose of randomness or whatever I feel like typing at any given moment.
First randomness: Why the hell won't Blogspot let me save this damn thing as a draft whenever it has the word "Perverted" in the title? Bloody google.
Anyway, onwards we ride, with sunlight burning our eyes, into the depths of... heaven?
11/07/2012
Of France, Momoclo, Idoling!!! and all that jazz...
The tales of my travails and travels in France are once again dreary, long-winded, full of moaning and boredom and melancholy, thus likely incredibly boring to read. Therefore, it falls to me to present a somewhat abridged version of the events that have occured over the past few days. Abridged, of course, meaning below 6000 words, instead of the usual festering miasma of verbal diarrhoea that I viscerally ejaculate into being that often approaches the size of the small novel.
Nevertheless, I shall once again begin in that altogether familiar temporal location, to wit, the beginning.
Not three months since I'd last suffered France at the hands of Buono, it was announced that my current favourite group of the now, Momoiro Clover Z, would also be making the arduous journey to France, for that unholy coagulation of French weeaboo: Japan Expo.
It was also announced later that Idoling!!! would be there too, in a somewhat diminished form, but my knowledge of Idoling!!! is remaining steady at a level of just above zero.
But anyway, imagine my shock. Having only just recovered (both mentally and financially) from Buono, I would now have to return to the place that has probably now re-overtaken Venezia as my least favourite place in the world: Paris.
As I tried in vain to find a worthy party to aid me in my quests, I hit dead-end upon dead-end. My fellow Northern!wota (Gina, Mark, Orob, Pete, Andy and Lara) all either had no interest in Momoclo or were otherwise occupied. Dean had fucked off to Japan, where his girlfriend was now taking up more time than idols (shock horror). My bandmate Chris had spent all his money on studio equipment, my college mate was too busy gardening for money, and my only interested friend from down south never got back to me (the cunt).
I began to look further afield. Henkka expressed his hesitation at going for a group he liked but wasn't approaching professorial knowledge about. Luckily, in Ole I found my partner-in-crime. Those Norwegians are lucky rich buggers. Less than a week before departure we found our third musketeer: Watanabe, everyone's favourite "has an unhealthy interest in foreign wota" wota.
Our party now complete, we began our quest.
Nevertheless, I shall once again begin in that altogether familiar temporal location, to wit, the beginning.
Not three months since I'd last suffered France at the hands of Buono, it was announced that my current favourite group of the now, Momoiro Clover Z, would also be making the arduous journey to France, for that unholy coagulation of French weeaboo: Japan Expo.
It was also announced later that Idoling!!! would be there too, in a somewhat diminished form, but my knowledge of Idoling!!! is remaining steady at a level of just above zero.
But anyway, imagine my shock. Having only just recovered (both mentally and financially) from Buono, I would now have to return to the place that has probably now re-overtaken Venezia as my least favourite place in the world: Paris.
As I tried in vain to find a worthy party to aid me in my quests, I hit dead-end upon dead-end. My fellow Northern!wota (Gina, Mark, Orob, Pete, Andy and Lara) all either had no interest in Momoclo or were otherwise occupied. Dean had fucked off to Japan, where his girlfriend was now taking up more time than idols (shock horror). My bandmate Chris had spent all his money on studio equipment, my college mate was too busy gardening for money, and my only interested friend from down south never got back to me (the cunt).
I began to look further afield. Henkka expressed his hesitation at going for a group he liked but wasn't approaching professorial knowledge about. Luckily, in Ole I found my partner-in-crime. Those Norwegians are lucky rich buggers. Less than a week before departure we found our third musketeer: Watanabe, everyone's favourite "has an unhealthy interest in foreign wota" wota.
Our party now complete, we began our quest.
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