Pump Trolly. Variety Comedy Show! 7pm, Cottage Bistro on Main Street.
Yuk Yuk’s, Vancouver. Middling. 8pm and 10pm Thursday - Saturday.
The Elephant Walk Pub, Vancouver 9pm
Click here to hear a live episode of Devon Lougheed and Devin Mackenzie’s hilarious podcast as we discuss crunchy foods, the comedy fest, and impending trips through Africa. And click here to hear an experimental episode where we all listen to a mix CD and let it inspire the conversation.
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Pisces
Everything is about to go batshit crazy, Pisces. Tomorrow morning, a section of your torso will be missing and gravity will have no affect on your body between 3:30 and 5pm. This week you will witness the seas part, and there on the exposed ocean floor will be the original cast members of Saved By The Bell nude and on fire. A ghost will appear in a saucepan and convince you to join a pyramid scheme, and Louis Riel will arm wrestle Captain Crunch in your bathtub. Get a disposable camera.
Taurus
Everything you do is flawless and brings us all toward a social Utopia that will end world hunger and obliterate awkward situations where you have to introduce someone to a person who’s name you can’t remember. All the other signs are shit. Gemini is a sell-out, Sagittarius smells his fingers on the bus, and Cancer keeps burning erasers in the attic with his “friends”. You rule, Taurus. This is not a biased reading, I promise.
Sagittarius
There has got to be a reason why your inner thighs smell like mushroom soup, Sagittarius. It’s time to go to a clinic. And if liquid that you don’t recognize comes out of your body , it’s never a positive thing. Get a job with health benefits or stop only eating food that comes from gas stations.
Aries
Remember when you would flirtatiously chase someone you liked around the schoolyard, and the pain you felt when they didn’t reciprocate the flirtation, and instead, screamed and told on you? It wasn’t because they thought you were ugly. It’s because they were eight years old. And you were twenty six. But you are ugly. And you will die alone.
Gemini
Yelling “Bingo!” is only appropriate in one place and under one circumstance. You are confusing everyone at the bank. Although I can see how you could mistake “B44” with the late 90’s triplet boy band, I do not understand however, why every time you see a picture of Fred Savage you punch the nearest person and take your clothes off before singing “Eye of The Tiger”. You are an enigma.
Virgo
The tables of road rage will turn this week when you accidentally jerk the steering wheel and end up in a TGIFridays full of schizophrenics who will think you are a time traveler who wants to steal their hair. They will be much more hostile than you when you deliberately rear ended a car because it had a bumper sticker that read “My honor roll student entitles me to boast publicly.”
Leo
Don’t listen to that meth dealer. There are better ways to motivate yourself to clean your house. Put on some up-beat music and dance while you mop, or smoke a few crack rocks and cast away your worries of cleanliness and replace them with manic motor skills and crippling paranoia.
Capricorn
Stop wearing ironic T-shirts, tight pants, vintage pump-up high tops, and neck bandanas. You are wearing a uniform for pretentiousness. And quit collecting black velvet paintings and rare vinyl records before going to coffee shops with your fake friends to make loud belittling comments on how they should watch indy films that you like. No one likes you anymore. You are an empty husk of self-congratulation.
Libra
Here are some life tips, Libra: 1) Cheese tastes great with wine, but cheese does not taste great in wine. 2) If you run out of clean plates, simply turn them upside down and pretend it’s a pedestal for your meal. There is nothing wrong with being creative. Go ahead and eat Ravioli out of the can with a hair comb. You can do what you want, because you are an independent woman.
Scorpio
Drinking ” the hair of the dog that bit you” only works for hangovers. Don’t take this literally. It does not cure rabies if you were actually bitten by a dog and then drink it’s fur. However, drinking a double Jack and Coke at eleven in the morning will also not cure the fact that you are an alcoholic.
Aquarius
Hey Aquarius, it’s me, Adam. Why haven’t you replied to any of my messages on friendster? Have you found a new socially unifying website? And why don’t I see you on ICQ anymore? Get back to me and hopefully we can hang out in a chat room or share song files on napster. Also, please send help. I am somehow trapped in 2002.
Cancer
I will tell you exactly why you have crabs. It’s not because that’s your astrological animal. It’s because your astrological symbol is a sideways 69. And that sexual position is what caused this. Any time you get pubic lice from someone’s face, you know they are trouble. I already talked to Sagittarius. We’ve made an appointment at the clinic.
Click here to hear part 1, episode 1 of the Continental Drifters Podcast, featuring Rob Sweatman, Adam Pateman, and Stewart Gary, as they update the world about their trip through Africa.
The later episodes will be up by late April, 2009.
Vancouver Yuk Yuk’s, January, 2008.
At 341 Water St. Vancouver, 3rd Floor. 8pm! 6 bucks and a party afterwards.
The Cuckoo bird is brood parasite. That means that they, along with the locally indigenous Brown-headed Cowbird, lay their eggs in the nests of other different kinds of birds to be raised by them. This often goes unnoticed by the unsuspecting fowl and when the egg hatches, the hatchling is fed by the foster parent. And not only that, Cuckoos are pretty big, so the baby will dwarf the parent and push the surrounding non-Cuckoo babies out of the nest and hog all of the food.
So Cuckoos and Brown-headed Cowbirds abandon their young, as if in a basket on a door step. How irresponsible. I guess I wouldn’t be surprised if I one day saw a Cuckoo knock over a mailbox or ride a bike without a helmet. What careless, slapdash birds these Cuckoos be.
The European Organization for Nuclear Research’s Large Hadron Collider, the world’s largest particle accelerator, recently completed outside of Geneva, is scheduled to circulate a beam through the entire 27 kilometer circumference for the first time on September 10th, 2008. The purpose of this collider is to accelerate isolated hadrons of atoms and smash them together and produce the Higgs boson which could explain how elementary particles acquire properties such as mass and also how and why gravity works, which scientist are still scratching their heads about. I’m not totally sure what that means or how they can do it, but I do know that aside from the Higgs boson, other expected uses for the giant collider are to make new particles, models, and states such as supersymmetric particles, compositeness, extra dimensions, strangelets, micro black holes and magnetic monopoles.
Now, starting with Supersymetric particles; from what I can gather from Wikipedia and other nerd sites, Supersymetry theory states that for every particle we know about, there is a sister particle. So, like Wario is to Mario, the superpartner to the electron is the selectron, to the quark is the squark, and from the photon is the photino, which sounds like a Latin lounge singer.
As for compositeness and extra dimensions, attempting to describe them for me is like cooking steak with my eyeballs. I am not a physicist, and the online descriptions of them make my brain bleed. But as for strangelets and micro black holes, that’s where things get spooky.
A strangelet is a combination of an up, down, and strange quark. A quark being the smallest particles ever detected and these make up all matter. Now, some people think that if this accelerator can produce a strangelet, it will fuse with the nuclei of ordinary matter and convert it into strange matter, which in tern would start a domino rally effect. This means that the entire Earth could convert into a “strange star”, which would be a hot, glowing lump of strange matter. However scientist call this scenario “far fetched” which is mildly reassuring. I hope it doesn’t do that.
Finally, as for creating a micro black hole, which is a dense object that pulls in all light and matter into a compacted singularity and possibly even out of existence, that is also a possibility. The thought of this makes me picture myself sitting in a coffee shop, looking out the window and suddenly seeing a car or a house being whisked through the sky followed by the city, then myself, as everyone and everything on the planet is pulled along forests or through the earth itself at hypersonic speeds until we all reach Geneva with no time to even buy a souvenir pocket knife.
So, being sucked into a black hole would be a negative thing. However, Perimeter Institute physicist Cliff Burgess states in an interview with CBC’s Paul Jay, ‘it is almost certainly true that if it produces those black holes, they are going to evaporate very quickly.’ Burgess adds, ‘They might be a couple hundred times more heavy than a proton, but way less than fractions of a gram. And at that size limit, we expect them to evaporate extremely quickly through a process called Hawking radiation [which is a theoretical decaying process thought up by Stephen Hawking].’ Also, if these tiny black holes do not decay as predicted, it is also theorized that the rate of absorption would be so slow that it would take one billion years before it became a threat to the Earth. Phew! What a relief.
So, that’s just a heads up. I guess we’ll see what happens when the first high-energy collisions are planned to take place after the LHC is officially unveiled, on 21 October 2008.
So we eventually got into Tokyo via bullet train from Nagoya.
On the way to the hostel in Asakusa, Tokyo, we saw what we later realized was the Asahi building. there’s a giant golden sperm on it.
We also saw this awesome Samurai Statue.
During the day this long thig of shops is teaming with tourists all buying souveiners in by the giant nearby temple. At night, it is dead. In the distance is one lone woman with an umbrella.
Brandon finally met up with us after he had continued on the bike trip. This photo was taken shortly after he informed us that he woke up in a ditch seeing stars and a broken bike which was now hanging on a fence. He has no idea what happened. All he knows is he was riding down a hill in the rain, and then all his shit was in the road and he was in fact in a ditch. He was a day away from his Tokyo destination. He trained in to see us.
That night, we ate at one of the many restaurants which we had to put our shoes in a cupboard. there’s a piece of wood where, if you pull it out of the cupboard’s latch, it locks it. Mine was in the middle. My shoes barely fit.
We next left for the Fuj (Fuge, phooge, Fuje). Which is what we called Mount Fuji… Which is also Fujiyama. We didn’t take this train though. We bused. We took a bus with barely anyone else on it, due to the fact that either tourist don’t care about Mount Fuji, or else the season was just getting rainy… which it was… the town we went to was Kowaguchiko. It was an awesome little town.
Our hotel in Kowaguchiko had a view of a lake and Mt. Fuji in the distance. Although you couldn’t see it, because it was ingulfed in a large cloud the whole time.
Our hotel was Traditional Japanese. And we also had robes and bought beers made from the snow on Mount Fuji and drank them naked in the onsen at the hotel, which also overlooked the lake and the mountain.
Onsen means, hottub, or hot springs, or bath, mostly I think it means bath.
The next day we took another bus up the the fifth station on Mt. Fuji. This little diet Whistler was the only place tourists went to on the mountain.
I had to go to Nanaimo to do some science shows in a mall with my buddy Ryan. Here’s the video of our awesome day.
The following entry was written on May 15th, 2008 and was originally titled Tom Cochrane Is an Idiot:
Tom Cochrane once stated that life is a highway, and that he was going to ride it all night long. Really Tom? I would hope that one who enjoys life would want to ride it for a full average lifespan of 80-85 years rather than a mere night. You cannot, no matter how hard you try Tom, attend Martingrove Collegiate Institute, move to L.A., become a movie theme song writer, move back to Toronto, become a taxi driver, work as a cruise line entertainer, join a band called Red Rider, go to Africa and raise awareness for World Vision, make an album, sing the national anthem incorrectly at a baseball game, write two more albums, go on a national tour, get in a plane crash and survive, host the Juno awards, release another album, and then become Honorary Colonel of the Air Force’s 409 “Nighthawks” Tactical Fighter Squadron all in one night! Get real Tom! And yes, I realize that saying “life is a highway” is a metaphor. I’m not an imbecile. And stop insisting that I am. What I’m saying is you should have planned your road trip on this allegorical route much better. Get a few friends, split the gas, pack some sandwiches, take your camping gear, and don’t stop until you reach Mexico. Goodness gracious.
Months after writing this, while supervising a group of kids for a summer camp, I got a call from Tom Cochrane’s wife. At first I thought it was one of my friends making a joke but I slowly started to believe this woman. She was friendly, light hearted, but serious and this is what I remember from our conversation:
Tom’s Wife- “Hello is Adam Pateman there?”
Adam- (Flustered by the chaos of surrounding kids) “Yes just one sec. I mean, yes. This is. I am Adam. Speaking.”
TW- “Oh, so maybe you’re the idiot.”
A - “Uh, sorry what?”
TW- “This is Tom’s wife.”
A - “Oh hi!” (Tom who?)
TW- “I was just reading your blog entry, Tom Cochrane Is an Idiot.”
A- “Oh, yeah.”
TW- “That’s pretty harsh. Because Tom is not an idiot. In fact, I don’t think anyone out there should really be called an idiot.”
A- “Who is this?”
TW - “Tom’s wife. His wife of thirty years.”
A- “Oh, I see.”
TW – “And also, some of you’re information about all the things Tom has done are not actually true. He never moved to LA, and he’s done some pretty amazing things in his life, so I think you should do your research and get your facts straight because he’s certainly not an idiot.”
A – “Is this really Tom Cochrane’s wife.”
TW- “Yes. I came across your editorial when I was looking for something else, and I thought, Tom Cochrane’s an idiot? Hmm. And it was written the day after his birthday. So it’s like, hmm, happy birthday! And so much of it is incorrect.”
A- “Well, to be honest I just wrote down everything I could find about him on Wikipedia. So maybe Wikipedia is the idiot.”
TW- “You should look at Tom’s website. It would me much more accurate.”
A- “Most likely.”
TW- “And don’t get me wrong. I like the way it was written, but it did not pay him due respect. I think Tom would like and respect you if you had given him the chance.”
A- “Well for the record, the thing on my blog was a joke of course. It was just meant to be a play on words. I have no ill feelings towards him. In fact I do have a lot of respect for Tom Cochrane. I just thought it would be funny. Now I think I’ll change the entry or get rid of it. He’s not actually an idiot, and I hope you don’t think I am.”
TW- “I don’t think you’re an idiot.”
A - “Me neither.”
TW- “Well it sounds like you’re doing family things there, so I appreciate that. Thanks for talking with me and have a great day.”
A- “Yes. You too.”
Here’s a couple of comercials I did for Granville Island Brewrey… With the guys from Bronx Cheer.
Speedo
Wreck Beach
Rules at the capsule hotel.
Rolly Polly Fishheads.
Meg Ryan is still famous in Japan.
Toast.
Flamboyant hipster offering a couch to a round granny.
Witty comment.
Perplexed onion kimono dance party.
beware of elevator crabs.
Happy puppy grateful to cary fecese. Bird chirpings bring joy.
All city signs have a happy cartoon inatimate object telling you how to live.
No sweaty, scratched-up, three legged dogs alowed.
Signs reads “Dont be a dumb bitch”
Awesome.
really awesome.
Dont cry, just run with your dove and bear friend away from the flaming mound and the masked winker.
Pooh Poo.
Star Belly Sneeches
In Vancouver, I bought a cane and an ankle tenser brace at Shoppers Drug Mart, got some T3`s for the pain, went to the airport and randomly ran into this idiot:
I was supposed to go to New York with Rob Sweatman on the same date of departure as my flight to Japan. I ditched our New York plans because I wanted to spend way more money to go to Asia. I forgot that fact and when we came across each other in the duty-free zone, we quickly figured it out. Our flights left at the same time.
I finally reached Osaka airport where my friend Max Mitchell met up with me. He`d been there for just under a month already.
He had been attacked by a kemushi catepillar and his hands and back were all blistery.
Here`s what a Kemushi looks like:
Me and Max were planning on riding bikes from Kyoto to Tokyo with our friend Brandon Flumerfelt (real name). Max and Brandon had bought us woman`s city shopping bikes with baskets on them to do this 550 kilometre quest on.
thant`s my cane in the basket.
On the first hour of the first day of our bike ride to tokyo, we had to go through a steep mountain pass in ass-wrenching hot weather.
Coming down the mountain Brandon`s front tire popped and he rolled in front of a mini japanese truck.
Max found a Jizo statue right by where Brandon almost died. Which was eerie because they are erected where other people have died.
After we fixed Barandons tire, we kept on to Otsu which is on the shore of Japans largest lake, Biwa-ko.
After day on of the bike trip, we had traveled only 50 kilometres of the trip, and I quickly realized that my chubby, sprained body may not make it al the way to Tokyo.
on day two, we woke up from a dingy night stay in a Japanese business-man hotel and ponchoed it up for the torential downpour we were about to bike in for another 9 hours.
As we went on, I Screamed and almost cried from the frustration and pain from biking up hills and wind pushing on my chest and forcing me back. Max had a similar problem and we came to reality. We were not going to bike the whole way to Tokyo with Brandon. He was way more fit, had way more drive, and at our rate it would have taken 10 or 11 days to do. Plus, I didn`t want to spend my vacation along a highway looking at trucks and rural scenery similar to that of Abottsford. But we were still in the middle of nowhere and we had to keep going until we foud a real town.
In another mountain pass, we found a shrine built under the highway…
…and a Temple on the side of the highway…
We finally reached Kameyama which had a train station and a realy straight forward city map…
…a playground…
…a segaworld…
…where you can play games while Japanese employees watch on as they smoke cigarettes in the distance…
…and a pachinco parlor.
Video!
We went to our hotel and said goodbye to Brandon before he continued on bike to Tokyo. We said goodbye in the form of drinking CUPS of sake and playing the best game ever, “Black Beard`s Critical Blow”.
You gotsa put swords in Black Beard`s barrel. If he pops out, you lose bitch.
The day Brandon left, me and Max had 20000 yen bikes that we tried to sell at the train station with a shitty sign which just said “For Sale”… We tried to sell both of them for 10000 yen.
No one would buy them, so we went to a bike shop and sold them for 1000 yen, which is like ten bucks.
Then me and Max trained to Nagoya, where we went to their Japanese equivalent of Science World and saw an awesome exhibit on Pteradons… which are now my favoutite animal.
And we stayed in a “capsule hotel”…
Here`s a video of that shit.
And they made us wear these awesome mandatory pajamas…
And their bathroom and everything was comunal. So we had to strip naked and go in a public bath with these gentlemen.
The next day, me and Max saw some bands play in a music festival in Nagoya. This one was a punk band called The Emeralds and they were alright… And they had tragic vintage 70’s shirts on.
We also befriended some music festival staff girls and they put us on their website… Which I’ll have a link to when I’m not lazy.
Vancouver to Kelowna to Vancouver to Kelowna to Vancouver To Japan...With a Sprained Ankle
30 May 08
Sequence of events from May 22nd to May 27th:
May 22nd - Film a beer commercial in Vancouver in the morning, ride my scooter home, meet up with my roomate Jeff, catch a skytrain to Surrey, meet up with my friend Lewis, let him drive us to Kelowna, check in at a hotel, go to Yuk Yuks there in Kelowna, perform a 30 minute stand-up set for a cancer benefit for a room full of racist remax employees, go to bed.
May 23rd - Wake up at 6am, shuttle to Kelowna airport, fly to Vancouver, film more beer commercial, catch a cab to Vancouver airport, finish my book, fly to Kelowna, shuttle to Yuk Yuks, perform a 30 minute stand-up set to a room full of racist hicks, go with Jeff and Lewis to a couple shitty Kelowna night clubs, visit them at thei hostel, throw a matress on top of Lewis while drunk and walk on him and sprain my ankle, put ice on my ankle, fall asleep in a hostel I didn`t pay for.
May 24th - Wake up, hobble to the hostel lobby, sneak out unnoticed, catch a shuttle to the hospital, get an x-ray, fall in love with 3 nurses, get casted up, buy crutches, catch a cab to hotel, watch home and garden channel, sleep from 11am to 5pm, go to Yuk Yuks Kelowna, perform a stand-up show to a room full of racist hicks while sitting on a stool with crutches against the stool, go to Lewisaunts house, watch a Documentary on Donkey Kong, go to sleep.
May 25th - Drive to Vancouver, pack for Japan, sleep.
May 26th - Wake up, pick up contact lenses, cab to airport, fly to Osaka Japan, sleep on flight.
May 27th - Meet my friend Max at the Airport, train to Kyoto, sleep in a hotel.
…The next day I left for an across-Japan bicycle trip… With a sprained ankle and severe jet-lag…to be continued.
So I heard through the franchise grapevine that Denny’s restaurants serve free meals on your birthday. Just as other such hangouts one would want to spend during their lunch break, on their birthday, like Kelly O’ Brian’s, and The Old Spaghetti Factory (I think). Since I celebrated my birth on the eve the true date, I was hung-over. And at work. And in dire need of grease and starch to remedy my sweating, aching, sleep deprived body.
Denny’s was only ten blocks away and I had a scooter. So I said, “Let’s do this shit.” I called ahead to see if only children apply to this special offer. Turns out, adults are also game.
Upon arriving during the Victoria Day weekend lunch rush, who’s holiday has always competed with my party plans, I learned the real deal about Denny’s free birthday meal…It wasn’t…Free that is.
When you go in as the birthday boy, alone on your lunch break, they tell you that you get one free meal only with the purchase of another meal and another mandatory drink. And what they don’t tell you is that they charge you only for the price of the more expensive meal and drink. So of course I got the Moons Over My Hammy and a coffee, along with a snap decision order of the Philly melt and orange juice to go, thinking ahead to my dinner appetite.
I was charged the twelve or so dollars for the Philly Melt and juice along with a conveniently included gratuity charge. And so I paid via debit. And the machines asked how much of a tip to add again. So I put down a dollar out of fear.
Truth be told, my lunch was splendid and the cold, Styrofoam encased Philly Melt was also very tasty. But the taste of Denny’s expanding wallet of greed tasted of hate, and deceit.
…but I’m not telling it…yet.
Tom Cochrane once stated that life is a highway, and that he was going to ride it all night long. Really Tom? I would hope that one who enjoys life would want to ride it for a full average lifespan of 80-85 years rather than a mere night. You cannot, no matter how hard you try Tom, attend Martingrove Collegiate Institute, move to L.A., become a movie theme song writer, move back to Toronto, become a taxi driver, work as a cruise line entertainer, join a band called Red Rider, go to Africa and raise awareness for World Vision, make an album, sing the national anthem incorrectly at a baseball game, write two more albums, go on a national tour, get in a plane crash and survive, host the Juno awards, release another album, and then become Honorary Colonel of the Air Force’s 409 “Nighthawks” Tactical Fighter Squadron all in one night! Get real Tom! And yes, I realize that saying “life is a highway” is a metaphor. I’m not an imbecile. And stop insisting that I am. What I’m saying is you should have planned your road trip on this allegorical route much better. Get a few friends, split the gas, pack some sandwiches, take your camping gear, and don’t stop until you reach Mexico. Goodness gracious.
I used to wear ties on my own accord. I remember thinking to myself, “what are friends like?”
This is officially the first entry I will have ever made on this website. So I’d better make it good. Here it goes… Last night I did a show at Lyric Acting School. The crowd was amazing. Unlike a sports bar, the audience was receptive and polite… They knew to shut up and listen to the comic on stage. So I did some weird material that they paid attention to. Usually a crowd will talk and shout incoherent B.S., but this tour de force of actors hung onto every stupid word I had to say. I loved it. I recommend the Lyric Acting Studio to every comic and actor who enjoys new ideas in town to experience this wicked-awesome show. And also, all the girls there were super ultra hot. It’s a great place to boost your Ego as a comic, and then get depressed about going home alone.
This beard took a lot of hard work. every morning I would wake up and imediately start growing my beard. I did it all day and night for four months. I measured; it was 4.3 cm long.
Everything in England is subtly strange. This is a real sign I saw In Bournmouth, England. Yep, this shit is for realz.
I wrote a joke about this incense. It smells exactly like black people having sex in a hot tub.
I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge dressed like a hipster two years ago. Here’s proof.
This video is retarded.
Paul Anthony is a hilarious comic and well trained actor, he is also sometimes known as Hughe Fuckoffski and he hosts a show at The old Biltmore Hotel called “Talent Time.” Facebook search it! I’m not lying! And Aubrey Tennant is a hilarious comic who is a favourite in offbeat shows in Vancouver and New York. He also has, according to legend, a giant dink…I don’t know who the girl is… But I’d like to. (creepy)
Kevin Lee is a tremendously talented imrpov actor and comic. He co-runs a show every Sunday at The Hennesey on Broadway called “The Sunday Service”. It’s one of the best shows in the city. And Sean Devlin is a fantastic comic and film maker. Google his film, “Zach and Avery of Fegus.”
Graham Clark is one of the funniest comics in the country and he recently won the grand prize for Yuk Yuks’ national comedy competition. He’s also one of the nicest people you will ever meet. Ben Mills is also hilarious and one of the most likable people to ever exhist. Right now he’s traveling the country on Greyhound like an adventurous bum.
Adam Pateman is an actor and comedian who has been doing stand-up comedy for six years and is now a favourite among crowds in Vancouver . With his strange, astute, Nintendo-generation comments on life and the mundane, mixed with bizarre characterizations, Pateman delivers a smart and original take on comedy that appeals to all audiences. Adam Pateman has been a finalist for the Vancouver Yuk Yuk’s 2006 Funniest New Comic competition and the 2004 Urban Well Funniest Comic Competition. He loves Thai curry but hates cilantro.
To contact Adam, E-mail adam_pateman@yahoo.com
You can also get in touch with his agent, Melanie Turner at: melanie@pacificartists.com 604-688-4077 Pacific Artists Management 685-1285 West Broadway, Vancouver, B.C. Canada, V6H 3X8
