JAPANESE BOGIES
Richard McCourt (Dick) and Dominic Wood (Dom) are two names that would most probably be unfamiliar to many a self-proclaimed fashionista.
In fact, they have nothing to do at all with fashion unless you count Richard McCourt (Dick’s) penchant for wearing two differing brightly colored River Island polo shirts in one.
Dick and Dom were a very talented U.K presenter double act who appeared on British children’s T.V in the mid noughties on a show called “Dick and Dom in da Bungalow”. Comparatively, in fashion terms they were a bit like the Felder & Felder of their time.
(“It’s a kinda tragic” Richard McCourt (Dick) and Dominic Wood (Dom), so that’s two queens and two kings then.)
(Me and my mug in-between the two fabulous fashion designer twins Felder & Felder on the set of “Live From Fashion Week”)
But they wern’t just any old talented U.K children’s T.V presenter double act, oh no!
Dick and Dom single handedly invented a game that - at the time - took the British nation by storm.
Schools were temporarily shut down, hospitals were pushed to the full. Then - Labour Prime Minister and everyone’s favorite uncle Tony “Tone” Blair, one Wednesday morning during Prime Minister’s questions (in the House of Commons) was lost for words when asked a question by Tory Blair clone come newly aquatinted viral poster boy, David Cameron about the “game”.
That very “game” was called…..
“Bogies”
The rules of “Bogies” is simple - two or more players gather in a very public place - a cafe or a street. The more public the better. They then take it in turns to say the word “bogies” at gradually increasingly volumes. The loser is the one player who cannot due to either embarrassment or vocal limit shout the word anymore.
See Youtube video below to see Dom (minus Dick unfortunately) playing the game in action against former Tory M.P Neil and his spouse Christine Hamilton.
(“You’ve been a very naughty boy” Neil & Christine Hamilton, both bad players at the “Cash for Questions” game.)
Neil coincidently invented his very own game once- it was called “Cash for Questions” funded by Mohammed al Fayed and played with other unsuspecting M.P’s of the House of Commons as competitors. Unfortunately for Neil he lost the “Cash for Questions” game and was forced to step down and now refers to himself as being “an object of professional curiosity”.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=raT2DUpE3K8
Fashion Bar is a bar located in Asuba Juban a district in Tokyo which sits awkwardly on the outskirts of better known bigger brothers Ropponghi and Shibuya.
Having only been open since the autumn of last year it has already gained a notorious and legendary status in the standard model-to model conversations around the world, alongside the old classic topics of “how many campaigns have you done? Have you walked on any shows yet? Isn’t it crap the French government charge 70% tax on all earnings made by models in France?”
The reason for its now legendary status is because any night the club is open and at any time- if your’re a model then the entrance fee, V.I.P area and - most importantly the drinks are free!!! Yes, that’s right, free booze the whole night, as much as you can fill your gut with. Blue shots, Yellow shots, Green shots.
My first experience of F-Bar with its mirrored tiled walls and Starship Enterprise glowing bar- I myself became an unknowing contestant in what can only be described as my very own Japanese version of Dick and Dom “Bogies” game.
After a few rounds of free (yes really free!!!) blue shots ( I still have absolutely no idea what’s in them- but THEY’RE FREE!!!) I declared my 6th toast to the night with a group of other models and smashing our tiny chemically blue filled plastic shot glasses into each other’s, shouted at the top of my voice for the sixth time that night
“CHIIIINNNN, CHIIIIINNNN”.
Suddenly, en masse every Japanese suit and tie business man, every fake breasted mid-forty year old Japanese woman and nearly every 18 year old Ruski model girl in the room turned to me. I think even the DJ who plays the same prepared euro-trash mashup of current pop candy floss may have pressed pause on his macbook pro. Okay, maybe I made that last bit up. But you can imagine the scene, like in those old spaghetti western films where the baddie or the outcast stumbles into a saloon through those stereotypical and completely useless swinging doors.
After a fairly awkward 30 seconds of turning around to check if some big celebrity was behind me, subsequently not finding one, turning my head back around and giving the baying crowd an awkward quivering half smile an 18 year old beautiful Ruski model girl called Anastasia (They’re all beautiful and they’re all called Anastasia) drunkenly stumbles on to me.
” DARLING!!!, I know you are British, but c’mooon,no more chin chin already, you’ve been shouting the word penis in Japanese for the last 20 minutes, give it a rest already, c’mon. Oh and give me one of those blue shots”
Dick and Dom would have been proud of me!!
