Wednesday, 18 June 2014


Sometimes it doesn't matter how hungry you are, lunch will be ready when it's ready. It doesn't help when the mission at hand is to cook using my Panhead pan, over an open fire, lit using a fire-steel. It sure took a while but once it was ready it was... well, it was just like any meal you'd make on a gas hob only I felt like a bush-man while I ate it... in my back garden... in the middle of the day.

Tuesday, 17 June 2014


Jeez, I think I've turned into a hipster. I just bought this plastic camera that uses 35mm film and takes pretty awful pictures unless you start learning about shutter speed and aperture. Needless to say I haven't taken a good picture yet. I've taken loads of bad ones tho. Some are so bad they're pretty cool, ironic huh?

Fucking hipster!

But seriously, there's lots of stuff that hipsters dig that I also dig: real coffee, selvedge denim, jazz, beards, old motorcycles, vinyl, steel frame bicycles, and so on. But I still don't class myself as a hipster mostly because, in my opinion, the hipster only inhabits a scene while it's hip and then blows where the wind takes him. Thus he doesn't have enough time to learn the intricacies and mores of that scene. Some cats get into it and stick around and lose the title of hipster. In that case weren't we all hipsters once? As a budding rockabilly and biker I hung around the scene til I figured out what was what. Wait, does that make me a scenester? (Maybe a scenester hangs around a particular scene while a hipster only hangs around a hip scene- I don't know). What I believe is that once you gain the secret knowledge you can, if you want, become truly part of a scene.

After all that I suppose I'm trying to say that I'm not too bothered with hipsters. The idiots will blow away once the wind changes and the ones that stay will probably be quite cool. In fact I feel a bit sorry for the real hipsters because most high-street shops are selling the instant hipster uniform so now all the lowest common denominator fashion junkies can look like hipsters too so the real hipsters are being swallowed up by a bigger group of idiots.

Like the joke says- How do you drown a hipster?

In the mainstream!

Haha, funny. Ironic but funny.


Playing upright bass has opened up a world of music to me that I never imagined. It's not often you get to play on a gypsy caravan stage under a full moon.

Sunday, 8 June 2014

Rock n Roll

Just setting up for a local late afternoon gig when who should walk in the joint, none other than Big Elly from the Tex Speed Combo; a band I watched tear up the Hayride a couple of years ago. First band of the weekend and nothing hit the mark quite like them all weekend. We're still quite heavily rock n roll as we haven't changed the set much since Christmas (still!!) so we aren't in the same league as them but he had his thumbs up and looked like he was enjoying it til he had to run for his train home. Excellent fella and awesome band.

Now just chilling with some brown beer, a pipe of tobacco and a summer evening bonfire. We played well tonight which was nice. Last night we weren't quite so good but hey, that's rock n roll.

Wednesday, 4 June 2014


It's one of those bikes you recognise but can't figure it out and then all of a sudden you see it and it's all like, OMG, WTF? The owners name is Yammie; should have been a big enough clue.