I remember as a kid, reading with friends a book called Fractured Fairytales, in which some joker had irreverently re-written a stack of classic bedtime stories. The words cheeky and bawdy spring to mind. We laughed ourselves silly.
That dusty old memory popped into my head when my mate Spearmint Leaf and I snapped these fractured phrases in Japan. We laughed ourselves silly.
Hungry? Fancy a long leek?
Perhaps some tasteful living with your beer?
Nihon bathrooms dispense soap as well as wisdom.
A broken toilet? Or an epitaph for the legless antipodeans stumbling out of sake bars on your average Niseko night.