The Weight is Over

Well, that’s something Max and I have in common. He’s lost 30lbs. I’ve dropped from 14st to 11 and a half stone. In your fifties you have to get a bit more body conscious. As the years pile on the pounds and the middle-age spread thickens, it’s a good time …

Dangerous Autumn

Max has noted how we’re cranking it up these days without Kentucky slowing us down, but this is the cruellest month or so. Only this time last year we racked up just one post in two months. Personally I put it down to his increased libido since Max started subscribing …

Great Times

So just over a year ago I was breaking out of my box and venturing to Chicago to see Dave Matthews and his touring show, The Dave Matthews Band Caravan, with my good friend The Judge. This was truly one of the best weekends of my life and I missed …

Song of the Drinking Men

You’re not real boy I say you’re not real boy You’re a gym (teacher) You’re a Cancer and I expect A little shit I’m a fifty year old man And I like it I got a three foot rock hard on But I’m too busy to use it I’m a …

Just for Max

Cheers mate. You can’t beat a pint of black when on tour in the home country of every fucking American president since the world began. We ordered two pints of Guinness, then asked for a wine for the lady, Sorry, said the barman. ‘Cider?’ Sorry. ‘Lemonade?’ Sorry. ‘Another pint of …

Texas

I was outside the Swan the other day, beer in hand, when Frenchie wobbled past on his old bone shaker. He raised his fist and shouted,”There are only two things that come out of Texas – steers and queers.” The disreputable, old onion-muncher had wheezed out of sight when I …