Pearcey

[mattyh]

Maybe Warnie can give him some tips on texting

it's an interesting comparison isn't it ? why is it warne despite being an absolute ratbag, selfish player, vindictive, womanizer is still universally loved, I'm a kiwi and I like warne. I mean obviously his talent was unquestionable , a freak of nature .

then Pearce, talented sure, but not a great, far more committed then warnie, fitness wise, at least. a bit of a rat bag, but lacks that loveable larrikin persona. Pearcey is also not a great winner, whilst warnie played in possibly the best cricket team ever in that Aussie team of the late 90's early 00s.

[Headless Chook]

it's an interesting comparison isn't it ? why is it warne despite being an absolute ratbag, selfish player, vindictive, womanizer is still universally loved, I'm a kiwi and I like warne. I mean obviously his talent was unquestionable , a freak of nature .

then Pearce, talented sure, but not a great, far more committed then warnie, fitness wise, at least. a bit of a rat bag, but lacks that loveable larrikin persona. Pearcey is also not a great winner, whilst warnie played in possibly the best cricket team ever in that Aussie team of the late 90's early 00s.

Warnie was a lot of things, but I would never call him a selfish player

[mattyh]

Warnie was a lot of things, but I would never call him a selfish player

the whole attitude when he got dropped in the Windies and on going hatred of s Waugh, ok selfish maybe not, childish yes

[ism22]

it's an interesting comparison isn't it ? why is it warne despite being an absolute ratbag, selfish player, vindictive, womanizer is still universally loved, I'm a kiwi and I like warne. I mean obviously his talent was unquestionable , a freak of nature .

then Pearce, talented sure, but not a great, far more committed then warnie, fitness wise, at least. a bit of a rat bag, but lacks that loveable larrikin persona. Pearcey is also not a great winner, whilst warnie played in possibly the best cricket team ever in that Aussie team of the late 90's early 00s.

My thoughts...
- Different times.
- Different sport (i.e. fat chain smoker with a naturally strong wrist action can make it in cricket... maybe not footy as there's more facets).
- Warnie played for Australia + was a very successful bowler during a golden era so fans all owned him. Pearce played for the most hated club in the comp and was the face of a decade of NSW failure at Origin level. Nobody wanted to own him as their Pearcie.
- If I'm frank, these days Warnie's an absolute joke and to many he always has been. I mean hair loss commercials, people delivering him durries using mechanical pigeons, botox, make-up, cosmetic surgery...etc).

[Johnny73]

At least it wasn't a dog.

[QWERTY]

Geez can Pearce make stupid decisions

[Mad_Rabid_Rooster]

No comment on the specifics of what has allegedly transpired, but I am just so glad that we seem to be steering clear of him. We do not need those hassles.

[ism22]

Sign him up for 2021!!! Way more potential than Lam and Walker.

Geez can Pearce make stupid decisions

Pretty much. Curse of having a dad who's an immortal from a bygone era?

Dead set all he had to do was shut up, go home when told to, get paid $800k a year to play 2nd fiddle to Cronk and sail off into the sunset and with a frigging hot fiancee (maybe with a trip to Artarmon on cool the nerves... hey I wouldn't judge, I got a 'massaji' the night before my first wedding because I couldn't sleep... happy to discuss).

Nup! Instead he's gone off and... fark I've had a few too many Aldi red wines to recall what he's even done, but he's done 'more' than what was necessary to succeed in the game of 'spoiled north shore kids with famous dads who just need to rock up, behave and keep their mouths shut'. Just saying

[The Skeez]

Sign him up for 2021!!! Way more potential than Lam and Walker.



Pretty much. Curse of having a dad who's an immortal from a bygone era?

Dead set all he had to do was shut up, go home when told to, get paid $800k a year to play 2nd fiddle to Cronk and sail off into the sunset and with a frigging hot fiancee (maybe with a trip to Artarmon on cool the nerves... hey I wouldn't judge, I got a 'massaji' the night before my first wedding because I couldn't sleep... happy to discuss).

Nup! Instead he's gone off and... fark I've had a few too many Aldi red wines to recall what he's even done, but he's done 'more' than what was necessary to succeed in the game of 'spoiled north shore kids with famous dads who just need to rock up, behave and keep their mouths shut'. Just saying

Fark the cheap wine, I’ll grab a box of Ashtons and a case of mezcal if you wanna share your story?

[ism22]

Fark the cheap wine, I’ll grab a box of Ashtons and a case of mezcal if you wanna share your story?

Hahaha crack out the Grange + Dannemanns and we can have a chat if you like mate.

Alas this story's pretty tame. I was in small town Japan, prepping for the big day. Instead of staying at home in my comfy bed I was in one of those fancy hotels where the pillow was a bit too fluffy and there was no air circulating. Around about 2am I started getting nervous so went out to a local jazz cafe for a night cap.

With a Tanqueray 10 gin martini in hand I lay back on one of their couches and contemplated what lay ahead. I stepped outside for a quiet walk down to the town centre. Despite being a small town, it has a classic old Japan style 'machi' that's packed with small bars, karaoke parlours, pachnikos, Korean food, ramen, yakitori...etc. Parallel to the main main beehive is a street lined with young Chinese ladies and massage parlours.

Avoiding the main strip, I decided to try my luck with the massage scene. A girl in her early 20's with long, anime-style looong , ridiculously silky blonde hair (and matching make-up) asked if I wanted a 'massaji' and look I'll be frank, that's exactly what I needed.

We went upstairs to a massage parlour, which also doubled as a dorm. By the time I arrived, most of the workers were already asleep on various massage tables or tucking into their communal bowl of rice in a common lounge room. Their premium massage room was still available though so we went in there and I got a 1 hour massage - the price included drinks and a few basic nibblies so I basically sat there, chatted with some random anime character and then had a lovely back massage. She was small but had a tight grip, really hit the spot.

For the record, Imade a full disclosure that I was getting married at 10:00am that day and would not be needing any sort of 'secret massage'. This worked well as we both sorta relaxed and had a bit of a chat after the massage. She brought in her cat... we basically just sat there stroking it while talking about life. Dunno why but I'm always inquisitive about other people's lives (genuinely interested in what it's like to grow up and live outside my bubble). My biggest memory of the conversation (all in Japanese - always a little interesting when neither of us are native) was that she had no idea where Australia is (didn't understand the Japanese word for it or my description). Rather than ramble I just went 'meh well I'm from Japan now I guess'.

We talked for about an hour after my massage and I provided a decent tip as she was a pretty good psychologist (the sake, cat stroking and curious discussions about how a girl from small town China had ended up working as a massage therapist in a completely random part of Japan worked a trick if anybody needs a few ideas about what sorta therapy they could do to help sleep before a wedding). At the end she offered to swap numbers so that we could go to a pool bar together. I politely declined, thinking 'yeah nah... I want this marriage to work... I think my independent buck's night has gone far enough'.

I walked back to the fancy hotel room and went straight to sleep. Aaaah those were the days when everything was simple...

[ChookMaster]

Hahaha crack out the Grange + Dannemanns and we can have a chat if you like mate.

Alas this story's pretty tame. I was in small town Japan, prepping for the big day. Instead of staying at home in my comfy bed I was in one of those fancy hotels where the pillow was a bit too fluffy and there was no air circulating. Around about 2am I started getting nervous so went out to a local jazz cafe for a night cap.

With a Tanqueray 10 gin martini in hand I lay back on one of their couches and contemplated what lay ahead. I stepped outside for a quiet walk down to the town centre. Despite being a small town, it has a classic old Japan style 'machi' that's packed with small bars, karaoke parlours, pachnikos, Korean food, ramen, yakitori...etc. Parallel to the main main beehive is a street lined with young Chinese ladies and massage parlours.

Avoiding the main strip, I decided to try my luck with the massage scene. A girl in her early 20's with long, anime-style looong , ridiculously silky blonde hair (and matching make-up) asked if I wanted a 'massaji' and look I'll be frank, that's exactly what I needed.

We went upstairs to a massage parlour, which also doubled as a dorm. By the time I arrived, most of the workers were already asleep on various massage tables or tucking into their communal bowl of rice in a common lounge room. Their premium massage room was still available though so we went in there and I got a 1 hour massage - the price included drinks and a few basic nibblies so I basically sat there, chatted with some random anime character and then had a lovely back massage. She was small but had a tight grip, really hit the spot.

For the record, Imade a full disclosure that I was getting married at 10:00am that day and would not be needing any sort of 'secret massage'. This worked well as we both sorta relaxed and had a bit of a chat after the massage. She brought in her cat... we basically just sat there stroking it while talking about life. Dunno why but I'm always inquisitive about other people's lives (genuinely interested in what it's like to grow up and live outside my bubble). My biggest memory of the conversation (all in Japanese - always a little interesting when neither of us are native) was that she had no idea where Australia is (didn't understand the Japanese word for it or my description). Rather than ramble I just went 'meh well I'm from Japan now I guess'.

We talked for about an hour after my massage and I provided a decent tip as she was a pretty good psychologist (the sake, cat stroking and curious discussions about how a girl from small town China had ended up working as a massage therapist in a completely random part of Japan worked a trick if anybody needs a few ideas about what sorta therapy they could do to help sleep before a wedding). At the end she offered to swap numbers so that we could go to a pool bar together. I politely declined, thinking 'yeah nah... I want this marriage to work... I think my independent buck's night has gone far enough'.

I walked back to the fancy hotel room and went straight to sleep. Aaaah those were the days when everything was simple...

I will admit that was not the story I was expecting to read but nonetheless, it was still a good read.

[The Skeez]

I will admit that was not the story I was expecting to read but nonetheless, it was still a good read.

Yeah, my favourite part was where she brought out her cat and they were both stroking it talking in Japanese. Atsui

[ChookMaster]

Yeah, my favourite part was where she brought out her cat and they were both stroking it talking in Japanese. Atsui

Hahahahaha the ole’ hello kitty I wonder if the cat was well groomed or if the cat fur was shedding off with each stroke???

[The Lip]

Hahaha crack out the Grange + Dannemanns and we can have a chat if you like mate.

Alas this story's pretty tame. I was in small town Japan, prepping for the big day. Instead of staying at home in my comfy bed I was in one of those fancy hotels where the pillow was a bit too fluffy and there was no air circulating. Around about 2am I started getting nervous so went out to a local jazz cafe for a night cap.

With a Tanqueray 10 gin martini in hand I lay back on one of their couches and contemplated what lay ahead. I stepped outside for a quiet walk down to the town centre. Despite being a small town, it has a classic old Japan style 'machi' that's packed with small bars, karaoke parlours, pachnikos, Korean food, ramen, yakitori...etc. Parallel to the main main beehive is a street lined with young Chinese ladies and massage parlours.

Avoiding the main strip, I decided to try my luck with the massage scene. A girl in her early 20's with long, anime-style looong , ridiculously silky blonde hair (and matching make-up) asked if I wanted a 'massaji' and look I'll be frank, that's exactly what I needed.

We went upstairs to a massage parlour, which also doubled as a dorm. By the time I arrived, most of the workers were already asleep on various massage tables or tucking into their communal bowl of rice in a common lounge room. Their premium massage room was still available though so we went in there and I got a 1 hour massage - the price included drinks and a few basic nibblies so I basically sat there, chatted with some random anime character and then had a lovely back massage. She was small but had a tight grip, really hit the spot.

For the record, Imade a full disclosure that I was getting married at 10:00am that day and would not be needing any sort of 'secret massage'. This worked well as we both sorta relaxed and had a bit of a chat after the massage. She brought in her cat... we basically just sat there stroking it while talking about life. Dunno why but I'm always inquisitive about other people's lives (genuinely interested in what it's like to grow up and live outside my bubble). My biggest memory of the conversation (all in Japanese - always a little interesting when neither of us are native) was that she had no idea where Australia is (didn't understand the Japanese word for it or my description). Rather than ramble I just went 'meh well I'm from Japan now I guess'.

We talked for about an hour after my massage and I provided a decent tip as she was a pretty good psychologist (the sake, cat stroking and curious discussions about how a girl from small town China had ended up working as a massage therapist in a completely random part of Japan worked a trick if anybody needs a few ideas about what sorta therapy they could do to help sleep before a wedding). At the end she offered to swap numbers so that we could go to a pool bar together. I politely declined, thinking 'yeah nah... I want this marriage to work... I think my independent buck's night has gone far enough'.

I walked back to the fancy hotel room and went straight to sleep. Aaaah those were the days when everything was simple...

Ha - you are kidding aren’t you! If not I can see why that marriage didn’t last ism - “ no honey I swear to god - it was just a massage - oh and we sat around and stroked her pussy ... Um I mean cat - seriously why don’t you believe me?”

[ism22]

Hahahahaha the ole’ hello kitty I wonder if the cat was well groomed or if the cat fur was shedding off with each stroke???

I generally hate cats but it was a pretty awesome cat... well looked after and just sat there purring. Odd scene but it was somewhat comforting at the time. I reckon that cat had comforted a lot of lost/troubled souls in its time (and received a lot of food + pats in return).