Home comforts
I have really enjoyed reading all the posts so far - there's a few things that I do already (run up stairs on all fours, laugh at the word "poo" and am obsessed with farts) and a few new ones that I'll be saving for a rainy day.

I have been living in Japan for nigh-on four years now, working as an English teacher. Not just any English teacher, but one based in kindergartens. As the most childish out of my peers, I take immense pleasure in playing on climbing frames, laughing when kids say "poo" or "cock" (unchi and chinpo respectively), playing all the kids games and teaching them the playground games I used to do when I was young. I have yet to have a child fart during a lesson without cracking up, and on the odd occasion I have stepped on a duck myself it's taken a long time to get back in to the swing of things.
I really love the job as each day I get to mentally regress to the same age as my students. The teaching side is great too; I know that all the English my kids understand is down to me. Most of it's down to the kids - they enjoy the lessons and want to learn, I just help them.

Anyway, on to my most childish thing...
I was going home for the first time since coming over to Japan, after a year and a half. I was picked up by my dad from the airport and got on the sake with him on the bus home. We went out for a curry with all the family and I passed out about 10. Woke up in the morning about 5am, and tootled downstairs. Pa was up and about getting ready to leave; "The fridge has been stocked up with beer for you, MBP, so just kick back and enjoy being home!"
Indeed I will... The family all head for school/work, leaving me all alone by about 8am. Beautiful weather, beer and marmite - I'll head in to the garden. Something's not quite right - what's that over there? FCUK ME, A TRAMPOLINE!!!

I spent my first proper day back in Blighty getting drunk (not so childish), eating marmite with a spoon and bouncing up and down on a trampoline. The more beer I drank, the sillier I got on the trampoline - seeing how high I could go, spins and a couple of attempted backflips.

It all ended rather badly though, much like a kid who's eaten too many sweets. Vomit everywhere; my clothes, the trampoline, the rock garden. I tried to hold it in but just managed to spray a mist o' vom (TM) in the surrounding area.
Sheepishly I give up, hose down the garden, trampoline and myself and go lie down in the sunshine with my dog. Trampolines kinda lost their appeal after that one...

MBP, waffling for Britain
(Manbearpig is wearing a rabbitskin jacket and bunny ears, Sun 20 Sep 2009, 11:54, 2 replies)

You get a click for the mental image of you in the trampoline eating Marmite.
( OneSullenBrit *air sandwiches*, Sun 20 Sep 2009, 13:29, closed)

WTF?
"Stepped on a duck"! Magnificent, never heard that expression before! :)

*click*
(the_greeze last slapped a cheeky kid on, Mon 21 Sep 2009, 13:27, closed)