Doofing in Japan

As may be aware, I enjoy going to outdoor parties - commonly referred to as 'doofs' in Australia - to have fun with friends, enjoy nature and listen to some (hopefully) great music. I've been to a few parties in Japan so far - some I've played at, others not - and they have all been enjoyable. Not having my own form of transport and being slave to someone elses timetable can be a bit tiring at times, especially since once I get back to Tokyo I usually have a train ride (often involving multiple transfers) of up to an hour while buggered, partied out and having to lug my gear with me. Nevertheless, the parties I've been to have all been fun and enjoyable experiences. I've met a number of new people, danced to some good music (and some not so good) and usually exhausted my entire Japanese vocabulary before my brain shuts down and I become an introvert.

My first doof here was a fun experience, but my brain went into overload very quickly. Most people didn't speak much English, so it was a 90% Japanese-speaking event for me, and thus quite challenging. A friend was playing a DJ set there (the closing set) and was going to play one of my tracks, at which I was pleasantly surprised. Standing there on a dancefloor at a party in Japan, surrounded by mountains and Japanese doofers, listening to one of my tracks coming out of the big system was a moment that will stay with me for a long time.




My second experience was a little easier: a large festival-style party held at a ski resort a few hours from Tokyo. The party was called 'Ground Beat' and was put on by Mother, one of Japan's biggest and most active promoters. The line up was pretty huge - Son Kite, Minilogue, D-Nox, Beckers, D-Nox and Beckers live, Protoculture, fREQ and many others - and the setup was massive. Thousands of people went and partied the weekend away in a location that I would describe as 'interesting' for a festival, considering it was a ski resort (but then not every country is as fortunate as Australia to have parties *reeeeally* in the bush), but that offered a stunning view of Mt Fuji as seen below.



I got a lift with my friend Hide to this party, along with Yayo and Alexander. Having Alexander there to speak English with was a huge relief - when things got a little bit much in Japanese I always had a native English speaker to have a conversation with. It helped my sanity and state of mind in a big way. The party was really enjoyable, the musical highlights for me being Son Kite (they played a set of 90% new material, really nice stuff) and Beckers (though I only saw a little). Minilogue were also awesome.







Ground Beat was great. Despite not liking many of the cheesy (in my opinion) full on artists that played that day (such as GMS), I had a great time and made a few new friends.

My next two parties were decidedly smaller than the previous. The first was a small outdoor where the majority of the music was Suomi-saundi (Finnish-style psy). My friend Steve (half of Hedonix) was playing at the party. Steve, Marisa and I got a ride with a Japanese guy and an Aussie guy, Sam, who has been living in Japan for a few years and was also set to DJ at the party. I had seen his name on forums for years, so it was nice to finally meet him.




The party was north east of Tokyo, but I can't remember the name of the prefecture or area. It was right next to a dam, which isn't shown in any of the photos but was definitely present. It's amazing how populated Japan is - even when you get right out into the 'country' areas, there are still plenty of people, infrastructure and evidence of civilisation. The surrounding creek area was beautiful though - as you can see in the photos above.




It was a fun weekend, though definitely epic. We left Tokyo around midday on Saturday and headed out to the party site (the driver was part of the crew). Of course just before we arrived my jeans split down the front as I sat in the car, so I had to live with exposing my underwear for the entire party - what an impression! Sam played in the evening and Steve followed on from him. I probably enjoyed their two sets the most due to the diversity. I like Suomi music, but I can't get into a whole party of it - I get a bit fatigued by it after a while. I slept for a little while and got up in the morning. The party ended at about 8am, and the crew slowly packed everything up and put on a barbecue for lunch. Despite early misgivings, there were some vegetables and seafood in amongst it all, so I was able to eat.

Eventually we left, but not before a stop at an onsen! Sadly I didn't have a completely clean change of clothes with me, so I had to wear my doofing ones after - a shame when you've had a nice long soak. We finally got back to Tokyo around 10pm, and I caught a few trains to get home. An epic weekend - fun, but definitely draining as well.

The final party (before my friend's outdoor, which will be in a future post) I went to was touted as 'the best party in Japan' (by the organiser, of course). This would fast become an in-joke between Steve, Marisa and I. It was situated about an hour from Tokyo, down to the south-west from memory. It was literally right next to a main road, yet somehow this didn't cause any problems.




I didn't take my camera out much - in part due to the rain, but also due to my habit of not having a camera - so the above two photos are about all I have to offer. They were both taken from the DJ 'booth' during my set. Said 'booth' was the fly of a tent setup on the pole structure - needless to say this was a little bit of a concern due to the often torrential rain. I had towels all over my gear to try and stop any leaks (there were a few). Next time I'll bring my CDs and if it looks that bad - there's no way I'm getting all my live gear out.

I was playing after the main guy of the party, who was playing dark psy, so it was quite an energy drop when I came on. Still, people seemed to enjoy it and I got some good feedback.

We had to catch the train back to Tokyo since everyone was leaving really late, so the trip home was about two hours by train for me. I got home earlier than I usually do from parties, which was good, but it didn't make the trip any less epic. It was a fun little party, but definitely not the best in Japan.

I've had a great time at parties in Japan so far, and I'm looking forward to many more! Hopefully I can get to a few more outdoors before the summer is over (since I'm spending a fair chunk of it away from Tokyo) and the parties move indoors for the winter. Doofing in Japan is just like doofing anywhere - nice people, good music, friendly vibes and good times.

Life in Tokyo

It's been a few months since I last blogged, sadly, and that is way too long. I will certainly make an effort to post more often in the future.

It's been about 10 weeks since I first arrived in Tokyo - crazy when I consider how fast that time has gone. I found a place to live quickly, and within 48 hours of arriving in Tokyo I was moved in. My place is quite small, but also somewhat large by the standards of many apartments in Japan. I have two rooms: one with a Tatami mat flooring, the other with carpet. The carpeted room opens out onto a small balcony with a third (fourth floor in Japan - they call ground floor the first floor) floor view out to the city. I am living in Itabashi-ku, maybe about half an hour from one or two of the center's of Tokyo (there are a few). It's fairly convenient, yet slightly away from most of the action, so it's a quieter spot. I'm very happy with the location.
Unfortunately my kitchen is a little bit small for what my culinary interests desire, but there's not a lot I can do about that. Bench space is the major absence - but I make do, and have been cooking some curries, pasta and a whole lot of rice with fish (or Unagi [eel] if it's cheap at the supermarket - yum).

Being an avid city-hater, I'm surprised to realise just how much I enjoy living in Tokyo. It's a very interesting place. There are so many tiny streets, so many little alleyways - and down so many of them you'll find all sorts of people peddling their wares - a tofu store, a small family supermarket or corner store, a clothing shop or even a tiny little restaurant. Sadly I haven't done as much exploring of the local area as I would have liked so far, but it's on my to-do list.

I've been lucky enough to see a few Australian friends in my time so far, too! Maybe others might be keen on a trip to Japan this year, and I can get a little taste of home... www.jetstar.com.au, to drop a not-so-subtle hint to those of you who might be considering a holiday to Asia. When Barry was here, we went and checked out Yoyogi Park, a popular hangout for people walking their dogs, enjoying a day in the sun, Sakura (cherry blossom) viewing - or those who just like to dress up and have fun!

Below are some photos of individuals fitting into the latter category - the Rockers! These guys and girls dress in leather pants and jackets, hair slicked or combed back in hairdo's that were in fashion a few decades ago. They are absolutely fantastic - I could watch them all day. I can only assume this is a (generally) daily lifestyle choice, but on Sundays they bring it all to Yoyogi Park - including generators, speakers and their out-of-control dance moves - for the sheer fun of dancing to rock music.



Every so often one of them would stop, pull out a comb from their back pocket and run it through their hair. These guys are great value. The fact that you can buy Takoyaki (deep fried Octopus dumplings) just makes it even better.

In the past few weeks I've been a little restless - realising that I've spent long enough just bumming around in Japan. I want to get on with doing the things I have wanted to do - studying Taiko, improving my Japanese and seeing more of the country. Unfortunately all of these are expensive endeavours, so until I can find more work in Japan my outings for said activities are going to be limited. Still, as long as I can start to get into them, I'll be happier in how I'm spending my time here.

I'll leave you with an image of Barry with three of the rocker girls... he was loving it! There's more to write, particularly about my gig in Nagoya, the Sakura (cherry blossom) party and the Kanamara Matsuri (phallic festival - they carry a large penis shrines around the streets), but those will have to wait for another time. This post is a bit shorter than the last, I know, but perhaps that will make it more easily digested for all of you.

More soon - and a promise to keep this updated more frequently, too!

Sapporo and the Yuki Matsuri

Sapporo - my first experience of a reasonably sized city in Japan - not including, of course, my one night stopover in Tokyo; all I experienced then was airports and buses.

Not being a major fan of cities in the first place, I am interested in Sapporo more for it's festivities than the city itself. I came here to see the Yuki Matsuri (or Snow Festival), a festival in which teams from around Japan and the world build breathtaking sculptures of ice and snow across three different locations. I have been looking at various photos of this festival for several years now, always interested and amazed at the visual detail and magnificence of the sculptures, eager to one day make it to see them for myself.

I arrived in Sapporo on a Sunday at around lunchtime, my stomach growling softly in an attempt to make me aware of my hunger. After perusing the incredibly realistic and declicious looking models out the front of the restaurants - displaying what they have on offer with startling accuracy (honestly, your meal looks almost identical to the model) - I lugged my cumbersome pack and overloaded backpack into the restaurant, indicating with a raised finger that I wanted a table for one. At Furano there had been numerous Australians and other foreigners to break up the Japanese conversation, snippets of English conversation being heard here and there... but not in this restaurant, or most of Sapporo for that matter. My lack of fluent Japanese was keenly felt as I sat down to order from a menu mostly written in Kanji, with very few photos. Despite this difficulty, I managed to make my order understood - but I would be lying if I said I was 100% sure that what I ordered was the dish I really wanted.

A bowl of rice topped with unagi (eel), some pickles, a bowl of miso and a beer later I was on my way to the hotel. By this stage it was snowing heavily outside, propelled by a gusty wind that I would wager could come close to being described as "bone chilling". Arriving at the hotel, I was duly informed that I had two hours before my check in. I asked where I could use the internet, hoping to fill in the time I had before check in without braving the snow to much, and the attendant pointed to a terminal in the lobby, saying the word 'furii' (free). Bingo.

Later that evening I decided to head on down to the Apple store and find myself a power adaptor so I could get online and send some emails - embrace my nerdy side and escape the freezing snow. I discovered the snow had eased by that point, but it was still dreadfully cold. I stopped to check my shoddy, hand-drawn map of how to get to the Apple store from the hotel, and carried on walking a few blocks, stumbling - to my surprise - across one of the locations for the Yuki Matsuri.

I was overcome with a shiver of excitement and a feeling of amazement as I stood there, in front of a fifteen foot tall chunk of snow and ice sculpted in fine detail - this was what I wanted to come and see, and here I was. This was not the first time I'd had this feeling in Japan, and I'm sure it won't be the last. But I'll never forget staring up at the sculptures for the first time, happiness and elation curving my mouth into a joyful grin.



The following day I went to have a good look at the festival, since the night before I was tired, cold and not up for the massive wander it takes to view the entire Odori park location. It's quite a long walk from one end of the park to the other, but along the way are so many sculptures - from a few metres tall to the size of a large building - from movies to historic Japanese locations to random creations such as the man with the spiral face, pictured to the right. There was even a section where teams from various countries all put in an entry.





































After weaving my way through the swaths of festival goers, precariously navigating slippery ice-covered ground and wearing an imprint of my finger into the button on my camera, I took a walk down towards Susukino, another of the locations for the festival (I never made it out to the third one, which is a lengthy bus ride away, and from what I'm told more for families). I had read that the Susukino site was best viewed at night, so an early dinner was on the cards.

I set off in search of an area called Ramen Yokocho, a small alleyway full of Ramen shops and supposedly home to some of the best Ramen in Japan! Slowly walking down the alley, the alleyway gave me a quintessential 'I'm in Asia' moment - a narrow alleyway lined with tiny shops, lanterns and small flags, Kanji scrawled over them, hanging from the eaves. I selected a random shop and walked in, greeted by the now-familiar call of "Irrasshaimase!", and asked if the Butter Ramen was only vegetables. My question prompted a response that was phrased as if the shopkeeper said yes, but with a word I didn't understand. I asked again to confirm, and he returned with a "Hai", so I assumed it was all good. I really wished at that point my vocabulary was larger and I had understood what he meant... for the first time in five years, I ate (I think) beef. At first I thought it was tempeh, assuming he hadn't told me incorrectly that it was only vegetables... but as I ate a little more of it, my stomach turned as it dawned on me that it was meat. Not wanting to be rude, I ate as much as I could, eating around the chunks of mince floating in my bowl, glaring at me in silent challenge. I pay my money, thank the chef for the meal and make my escape, my guts churning all the while.

Saying my farewells to Ramen Yokocho, I start to wander through Susukino, immediately taken in by the detailed ice carvings lining the street. By this point it was snowing again, a delightful addition to the atmosphere of the Snow Festival. As long as the wind is not driving the snowflakes towards me at insane speeds, carrying with it a way of extracting the warmth right out through my skin via osmosis, I'm quite delighted to be out in the snow. It falls so gracefully, fluttering to the ground in any random direction it feels like. I'm sure those who see it often get a bit sick of the sight (or perhaps not), but coming from an area where it never snows, I love watching it.

The remainder of my time in Sapporo was spent exploring the city and just wandering around. I have never been too interested in city sights (museums and the like), so I struggle to find things to interest me. I wanted to go up the Sapporo TV Tower at night and see the Yuki Matsuri from above, but upon arriving at the ticket booth I discovered it was not only 700yen ($12 or so AU) but a half hour wait, in the cold and snow. Needless to say, I ditched that idea and just went for another look at the festival, seeing a few bands performing at the various stages.

I went to the Sapporo Clock Tower, a historic site that is very famous in Japan. The clock tower has been there for over a hundred years, and supposedly has never missed chiming the time on the hour. I had a look inside, read about (some) of the history (most of it was in Japanese, and I could only read tiny bits of it) and saw some photos, then loitered outside to await the chiming of the clock at 3pm. Sure enough, it chimed three times, confirming the fact that it was indeed a clock that chimed on the hour. Riveting.

Alright, so it was somewhat interesting. But only somewhat...

There was another place I was very keen to get to around Sapporo - Hoheikyo Onsen. Their website shows photos of the onsen in each of the seasons and, knowing I was going to be there in winter, I couldn't resist the lure of sitting in a hot spring surrounded by a beautiful, silent winter landscape. After an hour-long bus ride from the center of Sapporo, I arrived at the onsen and went to the counter to collect my ridiculously small towel, along with a towel with which to dry myself afterward.

For those who have never been to an Onsen, or who have no idea what it involves, the basic process is as follows. First, you remove all your clothes in the change room, then make your way into the onsen bathroom - with your tiny towel for modesty, if you can fit it around you. Some people don't bother, some people wrap it around their waist, some people just hold it to cover themselves up. You wash yourself while sitting on a little stool, clean yourself thoroughly with soap and then rinse yourself off. Only once you are clean can you enter the onsen. I bypassed the indoor bath and went straight for the outdoor one. Sitting in the outdoor bath - hot beneath the waterline and cool from the winter breeze above - was very relaxing. Sadly the photo looked a whole lot better than the reality, but I still got to have a nice hot bath in an onsen on a winter's day. Quite the sausage party, but hey, it's only a bath, and that's how it's done in Japan.

After five days in Sapporo, I took a flight to Tokyo... but that's something that will have to wait until another day.

I have loads more photos of the Yuki Matsuri, and a few more of Sapporo. They're all on Facebook, so if you have me on there you can view them via my profile. If you're not on Facebook (kudos) and you want to view them, send me an email or get in touch somehow and I can send you a link.

Chasing a dream

Sitting here in Furano, sheltered from the below-zero temperature outside by the warmth of Pension Furanui, it's difficult to imagine I was in the heat of the Australian summer just a few days ago. It's quite surreal being here - I have been planning and dreaming of coming to Japan to live for three or four years now, and here I am. Not where I plan to be living and settle down for the year, but nevertheless I'm in the country.



It was quite an emotional journey getting here - sadness at leaving people behind in Australia, anticipation and a little fear of what lay ahead as well as a somewhat-buried excitement. It was a long and exhausting trip, but once I was on the bus heading from Narita airport in Tokyo to Haneda airport and my accommodation for the night, it clicked that I was in Japan. That I was finally here pursuing the dream I had for so long. It's a great feeling!



I checked into my hotel at Haneda airport (so far, everyone I had dealt with, in the hotel and airport, spoke enough English to make it easy for me) and headed out in search of dinner and a much desired glass of cold beer. At that moment, I truly knew I was in Japan. I could see no other foreigners in sight, only Japanese people, and a bunch of shops either selling sweets or offering meals to weary travellers, the shopkeepers and workers blaring out what I assume were promotional spiels for the wares they peddled. After traversing the restaurants on offer, I found one with a reasonably priced (which in Japan, at least from my experience so far, still means quite expensive) meal I was interested in - fried Salmon steak, rice, miso and the cold beer I sought. This was my first Japanese-only speaking experience, and it went okay. At least at restaurants you can point and just hand money over.



The next day I caught my flight to Asahikawa, on the northern island of Japan, Hokkaido. When I got off the plane it was -7 degrees outside, which I'm pretty sure is the coldest temperature I'd ever been in (so far). I caught a bus to Furano, and stepping off it, Laden with my 25kg pack (I managed to avoid two excess baggage charges with that one, too!) and smaller backpack, I of course slipped over nearly straight away on the snow. It so happened that an American woman was walking by and saw me, and told me about a guy she thought was Aussie who ran a shop ten metres down the road that sold snow grips for shoes. Of course, the next stop was that very shop, and 1500 yen later my dignity was saved. Turns out the guy was Kiwi named Jaan, and I hired my gear from there too.



I checked in and had some dinner at a nearby ramen restaurant. The lady was very nice and spoke a little English. I spoke to her in Japanese, exhausting nearly every grammar point and sentence I knew how to say, but it was good practice, and I'm very glad of the study I've done over the past two years to get my Japanese to at least a basic level. Unfortunately the pumpkin ramen, while delicious, came with two rather large slices of pork in the bowl (I didn't think it would, considering it seemed vegetarian, but I'm starting to learn not to assume that in Japan). I didn't want to be rude, so I ate around them and was thankful for the fact they didn't secrete their meaty taste into the soup. She offered me an origami crane, a Japanese good luck charm, which was great.



That brings me to today, my first full day in Furano. I had some breakfast at the pension (western style, sadly - I was hoping for Japanese style, but I'm not going to turn down a free meal when it's all so pricey) and dressed to go snowboarding. I soon remembered what I had learned the first time snowboarding in New Zealand, and had some fun crusing down the slopes, trying my best not to take out every other skiier and boarder on the hill. I think I looked the part too, in my brand new ski jacket and pants - warm, comfortable and stylish (as well as being green and brown :P).



After lunch I had a lesson booked in. I had asked for the lesson in English, since I didn't think my Japanese would be good enough to survive an entire lesson. Turns out I was correct, despite the fact that my instructor didn't think so. I learned a lot, and spoke a fair bit of Japanese. The instructor would speak to me in Japanese unless I didn't understand, which was really good practice.


Despite the fact that the sun was out for most of the day, towards the end of the lesson it started snowing heavily and the wind picked up. As a result it got very cold, very quickly. My instructor thought it was about -10 degrees, ridiculous! I intended to do some more boarding after my lesson (it finished at 3:30, my pass was until 5:30) but after one run my fingers were so frozen they were practically numb, so I decided to call it a day. A nice warm shower later and I'm sitting here writing this. It's about time to seek out some dinner and a cold beer, then have a quiet night. I'm pretty tired after dragging my lazy arse up and down the slopes all day, but I feel good and happy to be here.


They have vending machines everywhere here... there's one sitting just out in the middle of the snow outside, it's crazy. You can buy cold beer from some machines too, which is a nice touch. I've been drinking Japanese beer like it's going out of fashion! Sapporo beer tastes so good on tap.


Alright, the ramen are calling and I've crapped on long enough - perhaps you're not even reading this anymore. It's annoying typing on a Japanese keyboard- hopefully I can get an adaptor for my Mac tomorrow and charge it up; there's free net here, I just need power.


Photos coming soon! They require the aforementioned power adaptor for my mac.


Matta ne!

Not long to go... (and a clarification)

Japan is fast approaching. For months it has felt like it was so far in the future, and all of a sudden my departure is imminent. I leave in just over ten days, and it's all very surreal at this point - overwhelming as well. It's hard to believe that in a few weeks I'll be moving to another country for an extended period.

I have a bit of a holiday at first: snowboarding for five days in Furano, Hokkaido, and then heading down to check out the Yuki Matsuri (Winter / Snow Festival). After that I'll make my way to Tokyo over the course of about a week. Once I get there I'll stay up near Saitama, the north west of Tokyo, in a guest house near where Alexander lives, so that I can hang out with him for a bit while I find a place to live.

It's going to be an amazing year, I'm sure... a rollercoaster at times, but equally interesting, challening, rewarding and fun.

And in regards to the Space Potato thing... I'm not a complete potato nut, honestly! The reference comes from a Furutama episode... Hermes says something about being Jamaican and Fry responds with:

"Jamaican! I thought you were some sort of outer space potato man!"

That's where the reference came from. I find it a strange concept but ultimately highly amusing concept - a potato from space. Anyway, just to clarify that I don't have a potato fetish ;)

The humble Space Potato

Welcome to my new blog! No, you're not the only one shocked that I have created a blog - I'm still in a state of disbelief myself. Nevertheless, here I am, a hesitatant-yet-excited participant in the wonderful world of random people carrying on with nonsense for all the world to see!

I've always had a hard time coming up with a first post for a website. Maybe it's just me, but I struggle to keep it introductory and interesting without it turning into a simple and pitiful 'Hi, this is me, how good is my website' affair. This time I thought I would start with a bit about the idea of a space potato and why I chose to name my blog 'Adventures of a Space Potato'.

I honestly can't remember where or how I came up with 'space potato', but somehow I did. It first entered my world as a Gmail chat status, and currently still remains so. Something in the ridiculously dodgy sense of humour I carry around found amusement in the idea of a potato in space, so I ran with it. The idea still amuses me, and while searching for some interesting content for this post I've managed to tickle my funny bone once more. I'll now pass this humour on to you, the reader, to enjoy with a laugh, or perhaps to roll your eyes at and use as an excuse to close this page. Whatever happens, hopefully somebody shares my level of enjoyment at the following items...

First was google image search, which turned up a variety of interesting images for the search terms 'space potato'. These are a few of my favourites:

Here we have what could easily be a poster for a movie titled 'Space Potato 2001 - Vegetables in space'. I find this one absolutely hilarious - seriously, what the hell? It's good to see that man and animals aren't the only beings exploring the vast universe we live in - the vegetable kingdom have put forward their own triumphant participant, who appears to be taking on the challenge with fervour.


This one is an actual space potato. Believe it or not, it's 600km long. Imagine the glorious quantity of mash you could make from this baby. Maybe NASA can put aside their space exploration projects to make some sort of device capable of peeling the thing.

You can read about a potentially-unrelated space potato here (though I do believe it's the same potato).


Here we have a rather humourous depiction of a Mr Space Potato Head. I don't know why I find this funny. But in all honesty, I don't know why I find a lot of things funny, so why should this be any exception? Irrespective of why it may or may not be humourous, there it is.





Finally, here is a picture of a space potato appearing in all it's glory. I love how this picture makes the space potato appear majestic and important (which it is). There's not much more I can say about this one, so I'll just leave you to bask in it's majesty, reflect on it's beauty and question why space potoatoes do not have a more prominent position in our society.

A general google search also turned up this website, whose purpose I am yet to discover (I didn't spend too much time there). It appears to be a forum for all sorts of things with fascinating areas such as 'The Lab - Birds dude, birds are hardcore' and 'The Fridge - Get drunk and talk about grilled salmon'.

Given that I'm learning Japanese and planning a move to Japan for a year this January (if you didn't know this already, SURPRISE!) I thought I would add a small Japan-related section on space potatoes. Space potato in Japanese is "uchuu no bareisho" (literally: "potato of space"), or in Japanese text "うちゅうのばれいしょ" (you may not be able to view this part if you don't have asian language support installed).

I was also highly amused to discover this page, which reveals that there exists a group known as the "Japanese Society for Potato Research". No, I haven't contacted them to find out if they know anything about space potatoes yet, but it's on my agenda. This discovery was thoroughly enjoyable and procured a few personal giggles.

When I'm in Japan next year I plan on having adventures. I've heard of them, read about them, even had a few myself - and hopefully there will be many to be had in the land of sushi and sake. So there you have it, the boring, long-winded and humourous-only-to-me reasoning behind the name of my blog. TA DAH!

And now my lunch break is over. Sadly I did not get to eat space potato as a part of my lunch whilst writing this entry, but the dream is that one day I will get to do so. And when I do, you will definitely all know about it.