Ringos In Bariloche

Nice ruff.

Ringo relaxes with his close personal friends Woody Allen, the Terminator and Keith Richards as Lennon "goofs" in the background.

Los Beatles

Paul's face is rather smudged.

Ringo looks nice though.

Gear

Good to see that someone in the 18" replacements department has been ransacking my blog for ideas.

But even better to see Apple Corp maintaining their famously high production values through their sock division.

"Extra Ringo, please"

"I wouldn't be seen dead in them. They're dead grotty".

Albuquerque: my kind of town

Tact Squad! Would you mind awfully putting your hands where I can see them? Thanks.
This is only the second best neon dog in town:


Finally people are starting to take notice.

Hupdates!

Still not dead, but we're in Albuquerque on the Monday before thanksgiving which is pretty close. It's really really cold here so we're holing up in a youth hostel decorated like an old persons house, appropriately enough with a lot of old people. Should really have splashed out on this luxury "Hackney Council Waste Disposal Services" brand cold weather gear when I had the chance.

Anyway I have a) good internet connection b) time on my hands and c) lots to tell you all so expect lots of fascinating posts about what I've been up to since November 12th. But in the meantime, some art:

Keith Chegwin?

A magnum of Listerine. Who would want such a thing?

Portland

We stayed in Portland for three days! It is pretty cool there: rainy, hip, good beer. Also they have HAM:

And rare Beatles records:

For the record this is a "second state" copy of Yesterday and Today which means that the image you see as the cover was pasted over the recalled original cover:

The best thing about Portland (apart from how photogenic it was) was our host, Mr Jorg Donde, who showed us A Good Time and was exchellent company.

Say Bauhaus!

On the strength of our intial discussions you can expect to see the following monographs published next year in a handsome folio edition:

A treatise on the inadvisability of drinking Everclear (Donde, J)
Concerning the attractiveness of the bass player from the Pogues (1983-1986) (Donde, J; Turner, J)
Race, gender and barriers to entry: strip club policy and pricing in Portland 2004-2009 (Donde, J)
Bitter harvest: a study of disproportionate hangovers (Donde, J; Turner, J)
The Bloomsbury Set: a collection of opinions and facts (Donde, J; Turner J)
Pondering a Jewish Ireland (Donde, J; Turner, J).

More titles to follow.

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Is this the wierdest thing you've ever seen?




Is this?


What about this?


Hungover today.

Taste the clams

Check this shit out.

All these years I've been getting my clams, bud light, tomato juice, salt and lime seperately and mixing them at home. Imagine my delight at finding this.


And the taste? Its like all your favorite beatles coming together to sing you a beautiful song. A song of clams, bud light, tomato juice, salt and lime.



Its actually fucking delicious. I'm going to go and have one now. No joke.

Calistoga

We've been in Calistoga for a couple of days. Its a fun town sitting on top of thermal springs. The mud king lives here and I can see why.

The whole town smells of independence, wisdom and something else which I can't put my finger on. Must be success.

We're camping at the state campground (behind the CalMart on 4th if you are familiar with the area). The other occupants are the RV club from the local Elk's Lodge the "Elk-A-Haul-icts" and teenagers here for the Rock of Ages Christian festival at the state park next door. It's quite easy to tell them apart as the Elks are mostly 13 year old girls wearing T-shirts that say "I heart hardcore christian guys".

Went to a NASCAR bar called Suzies last night and got talking to a nice young couple who invited us to a party at their hash farm. I don't know whether it was their insistance on repeating the number of people that would be there (10-12) or their inability to tell us where they lived that led us to politely decline. Thankfully the Elk's had invited us for a pot luck supper instead.

Unfortunately the Elk's potluck supper was comfortably one of the worst meals I've ever eaten. The best dish was the lasagne because it tasted like canned ravioli. Kate decided the most unpleasant dish was the cold boiled cabbage served in a pan of lukewarm brine; she did not eat the green beans in gray paste.

We ended up in a fancy beer bar knowledgably discussing the wine trade with a fellow stoolman while a middle aged man bought his high school age girlfriend rounds of tequila shooters. Our friend pointed out "with an 18 year old girlfriend, the tequila pays for itself". He really did know a lot about the wine trade.

The band did a cover of "Act Naturally" in swinging alt country fashion (Big Starr?) so I went to talk to the singer after he finished. He told be that he'd toured in England and, when I asked the worst place he'd played, he replied "I've been to Hull".

The Bear Facts!