101 Challenges:

Challenge number ­ 21

Just your average day for us two. We headed to the fish market in
Tokyo at oh-my-god-why-do-people-need-fish-at-this-time o'clock where Lee had his heart on purchasing a nice and big and juicy, fresh fish for dinner.

Lindsay, who was waiting near by had other plans. In order to show his
appreciation of the dedication of all the Japanese fishermen he (as he thought was customary for this part of town) paid respects by dressing up in a giant shark costume.

Lee purchased a shiny and (at this point) smell free fish (as the
following events are explained the frozen fish began to thaw and let off a horrendously unstomachable stench) He was rather happy with his bargain-buy and held it up in the massively busy market to examine the delightfuly refreshing meal for later that night.

At this point you could almost hear the do doot, do doot, do doot, da
da daa, as the shark (the mentally deranged Lindsay) smelt his target and approached at lightning speed. Please note here that 'lightning speed' is not the speed of lightning but the fastest someone with so much bulk and their own gravity field can run and please note also that 'do doot, do doot...' was meant to be our typing impression of the 'Jaws' theme. You're welcome, don't mention it!

The fish was snatched (we love that word) from Lee's hands and the
shark ran (swam on his feet is what we were trying to convey) away through the completely bemused, shocked, flabergasted, scared, concerned and disconcerned fishmongers and customers in one of the largest public fish markets in the world.

As Lindsay (still the shark) ran, Lee helped to stir the confusion by
shouting 'Oi that shark has got my dinner, somebody help me!' But nobody was brave enough to wrestle the shark ­ for one of two reasons probably;

1. The Japanese are very polite and a little shy, so they probably
refused to let themselves believe that a gigantic shark had just nicked someone's fish,­ better to just carry on as if nothing happened and,

2. The Japanese are very polite and a little shy, so they probably
refused tolet themselves believe that two twats were ripping the p*ss out of their world-famous fish market, ­ better to just carry on as if nothing happened and hope the two idiots leave.

It was only a few minutes before we were asked to leave, but when we
say asked, we actually mean told and any options we had were crushed as the three fish-security or police men escorted us out of the market.

The day was to continue in somewhat the same fashion with repeat
stunts on the subway lines and for good measures, in a Sushi Bar. As always, the telly folk have our Mum locked up in bondage chains and slap her hourly with old cabbages to prevent us spilling any more beans. We can't not spoil all the footage for you but let's just say the day proceeded to go on as it had started - with us being escorted or banned from every place we visited and one bloody smelly fish.

Mum, be strong.