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Striptease
Apr. 18th, 2004 08:35 pmAfter a quiet morning and lunch at the pub, we took Mo's parents to my home town of Karangahake. Its an old gold-mining town, the mines long closed but all the concrete foundations and ironworks still there. Having grown up there I find it perfectly natural to find giant rusty bolts sticking out of rocks and huge cogs lying about in the bush, but visitors seem to find it fascinating. There is a gentle 50-minute walk that goes through the old train tunnel (half a mile of cold, dark, drippy fun) and back along the riverbank and through the bush- a place far more representative of clean, green New Zealand than the usual tourist spot, Rotorua. Having worked up a thirst we drove round the corner to the Waikino pub for a quiet drink and to use the loo.
Err, no.
Pulling up to the carpark we were greeted with the sound of cheering and yelling and some very loud hard rock... We would have turned back at that stage but Mo's mum needed to use the bathroom, and Morris cleverly spotted that the heavy metal was in fact a remix of Soft Cell's 'tainted love'. Very mysterious. Even more puzzzling was when we got inside to find the bar completely empty- save for the bar staff, all the patrons were crammed into the tiny second bar, whooping and hollering.. Mrs S went to find the ladies' while Mo ordered beer, shouting to make himself heard above the din.
Cue exceptionally cute shaved-head drunk guy who staggers from the tiny room, straight up to me, throws his arm round my shoulders (mostly to stop himself falling over) and slurs "Yoush all welcome to come in if you wantsh." Curiosity overcame caution and Mr S and I went to see what was going on. So I'm a bit dense at times.
It seemed that one man had become so drunk he'd fallen on his back, and the two naked ladies who were trying to help him up had also slipped (possibly as a consequence of the not-very-sensible shoes they were wearing) and had fallen on his face. He didnt seem to mind.
I ran from the room as quickly as dignity would allow. I dont think Mr S had his glasses because he took a while to come out, and even then he had to go back in to be sure of what he was seeing. Which wasnt much, because the second time he went in he WAS wearing his glasses and they got steamed up almost immediately.
We drank our beer outside.
Err, no.
Pulling up to the carpark we were greeted with the sound of cheering and yelling and some very loud hard rock... We would have turned back at that stage but Mo's mum needed to use the bathroom, and Morris cleverly spotted that the heavy metal was in fact a remix of Soft Cell's 'tainted love'. Very mysterious. Even more puzzzling was when we got inside to find the bar completely empty- save for the bar staff, all the patrons were crammed into the tiny second bar, whooping and hollering.. Mrs S went to find the ladies' while Mo ordered beer, shouting to make himself heard above the din.
Cue exceptionally cute shaved-head drunk guy who staggers from the tiny room, straight up to me, throws his arm round my shoulders (mostly to stop himself falling over) and slurs "Yoush all welcome to come in if you wantsh." Curiosity overcame caution and Mr S and I went to see what was going on. So I'm a bit dense at times.
It seemed that one man had become so drunk he'd fallen on his back, and the two naked ladies who were trying to help him up had also slipped (possibly as a consequence of the not-very-sensible shoes they were wearing) and had fallen on his face. He didnt seem to mind.
I ran from the room as quickly as dignity would allow. I dont think Mr S had his glasses because he took a while to come out, and even then he had to go back in to be sure of what he was seeing. Which wasnt much, because the second time he went in he WAS wearing his glasses and they got steamed up almost immediately.
We drank our beer outside.
