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Thursday, November 25, 2004
A big thank you to 'Country Music People'
I would like to take a moment to thank Julie Flaskett and Walt Trott of Country Music People Magazine for announcing the Kernow Cowboy website to the world in the latest issue of the magazine.
If you aren't familiar with the publication in question its the leading country music monthly publication in the UK and over the years has done a great deal to support country music in the.
Friday, November 19, 2004
'tis the season to be Jolly!
Traditionally the festive season is a time to be Jolly, eat too much food, get tipsy and pretend that you love that rainbow coloured , migraine inducing hand knitted sweater that granny gave you as a present.
Its fun for the week before Christmas and the day itself, but gradually the fun factor wears off as the turkey sandwiches/curry/stew appear on you plate. Turkey sandwiches, the worst come down known to man.
This year Christmas seems to have started early. The decorations were in the shops just as the Easter bunny went on his holiday, and apparently the television has been filled with Christmas adverts for the last 10 months (we are lucky enough not to enjoy a TV reception where we live).
Evidently it is indeed, the season to be jolly. Or rather the season to get your 'Jollies' out.
This year it would seem on the 12 day of Christmas we were given 'twelve topless celebrities'. Yesterday, as I wandered and indeed wondered about Exeter (a near by city) I could not help but notice the fact that every shop we visited had a large section devoted to celebrity calendars. Most of these celebrities could be described as follows:
- blond
- topless
- inflated (both ego and chest)
- unknown to me
Just who are all these D-list celebrities? Where do they make them? Who spawns the plague that has become, 'The celebrity babe'.
It would be nice to think that they all came from an isolated island just off the coast of Africa, where the sun always shines and the bikinis offer them no protection from the incoming cruise missiles. But alas it would seem that they have been created in the minds of middle age publishers and editors of magazines such as FHM, Esquire, Loaded and Max Power.
Christmas has indeed come early for the loins middle aged man.
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Bachelor eye for the married guy.
I don't know about you, but the TV program 'queer eye for the straight guy' baffles me. Why any straight guy would want his house redecorated with faux fur and disco lights is beyond me. I don't think I could live like that.
However I must admit that disco lights and faux fur must be great for entertaining.
Last weekend we were entertaining . We didn't have any faux fur or disco lights. One of my closest friends came to visit Jenny and myself in Devon. Those of you who read my ramblings or have looked at the wedding photos will remember William or 'Big Dawg' as he is known.
William is a fully paid up member of the bachelor club, he enjoys the freedom that single life can offer you. He drives an Alfa Romeo lives in a nice house and enjoys world travel.
I drive a pick-up truck, live in a nice house and enjoy world travel, with Jenny.
When you have been living with a partner or wife for a few years you develop an eye for things. I'm not talking about matching clothes. That's best left to librarians. I'm talking about an eye for decorating, soft furnishings and wallpaper. You develop a married eye.
William has an eye for things. Its the bachelor eye. That eye tends to focus on the beer in the fridge, the games for the Playstation and the tortilla chips.
The bachelor eye. Its a great way to look at life. For a weekend.
Thursday, November 11, 2004
The Saint
"I have been trying to make a picture of a man. Changing, yes. Developing, I hope. Fantastic, improbable-perhaps. Quite worthless, quite irritating, if you feel that way. Or a slightly cockeyed ideal, if you feel differently. It doesn't matter so much, so long as you feel that you would recognise him if you met him tomorrow."
--Leslie Charteris, 1939
For many years I have been a great fan of the Saint. I even have the famous stick man tattooed on my arm.
It all started as a child when on a wednesday evening I would visit my grandparents for dinner and we would watch old re-runs of the Saint movies starring George Sanders.
George Sanders can be best described as a bounder, a scoundrel, a cad. His predetory gaze was matched only by his impeccable English accent. He was the last of a dying breed more suited to dueling and monocoles than life in the 20th century.
Sunday, November 07, 2004
Redneck Hippie
I live in Totnes, people often refer to it as the 'alternative lifestyle capitol of England'. Translated that means its full of hippies. Now let me get one thing straight, I don't mind hippies, hell I'm a hippie myself, I teach at a Rudolf Steiner School and wear brightly coloured underwear. Its just I have noticed that most hippies have something in common. They need help.
I'm not implying that they need mental health help, far from it.They just seem to need help living in the material world. Living out their eco friendly lives floating spiritually in the ether they don't need to own material goods and items, like coffee, sugar, cars, furniture etc. They don't need to own them, but every so often they need to make use of them. And it seems that when they need to borrow something they pay a visit to the 'redneck hippie'.
I love helping people, this very week I helped pinhut move the remainder of his belongings out of storage so that he could get on with his life as a international man of mystery. I asked for nothing in return and did not expect it. He is a friend and you help friends and they are grateful.
Hippies are grateful too, but they aren't always your friends. So they feel the need to reward you for your help. Payoffs and rewards are good, it makes you feel good about helping somebody.
However there is a snag when receiving rewards from hippies. As I mentioned they don't invest in the material world, they don't drink and they don't eat chocolate. No petrol money, no pint of beer and no bottle of wine. So what can they give you as a 'thank you'?
Angel blessings and good karma.
Saturday, November 06, 2004
The Kernow Cowboy - in Exile!
Yes you read it right, since my last post I have been in exile. Unlike the hundreds of Americans now heading for the Canadian Border after this weeks election success for George W Bush, my exile was not been forced upon me by my political beliefs. My exile was brought upon me by a road traffic accident. Now before you all rush out to buy me 'get well' presents and cards, the cowboy is fine. The telegraph pole outside our house is not. Courtesy of a 4x4 and a backwards trip through a hedge....
(Now you know that I am fine and well, please feel free to buy me 'we are so relieved' presents , I'll be posting my Amazon wish list shortly)
Jenny and I, were sat eating our sunday dinner whilst I was sentenced to exile.
Later we discovered the accident and the telegraph poles new place of residence (in the middle of the road outside our domicile) whilst delivering rubbish to the bins. I don't complain, the bins always seem happy enough to see me.
My enforced exhile was a heavy burden. I was not a happy bunny. To add insult to injury our telephone service provider, a little alphabet company that rhymes with TC, were unwilling to provide a projected date for the repairs to the telephone lines.
This is how my exile started, no internet, no email and no phone... I spent most of the week scrounging internet access of friends and family during my frequent visits. I started to feel like a squirrel, searching for food before the onset of winter.
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