Right.
Anna’s asked me to write about the Solstice & Bob Dylan. More of which later.
Stuart’s asked me what I did in Australia (and no I didn’t skin a camel). More of which later.
Bearmaster has asked me to write about my wooing techniques. More of which now. He obviously needs a few pointers.
Wooing is simple in theory. All you need is a guitar, a camp fire and the ability to play said instrument. Cool tattoos don’t go amiss either, but they’re optional and more painful than learning to play the guitar. It is an established fact that (most) women find tattooed musicians irresistibly attractive. Unfortunately, in this country, the opportunity to get a camp fire, a guitar and a group of single women all in the same place at the same time rarely crops up.
And therein lies the source of my woe. I’m fairly determined not to whinge too much about my single status in Stuart’s blog, but seriously – why do the pubs in London have such a problem with me trying to light fires on the tables and indulge in a little bit of wooage?
What a bunch of bastards.
And Anna. Aaaaaahhhh. The lovely Anna. I know nothing about the Solstice, but congratulations on having your last exam on it anyway. Nice. As for Bob Dylan, I understand he was a poet of some kind? Actually, now that I think of it, I have a question for you – did Bob write “All along the Watchtower”, or was it Jimi? Please tell me it was Jimi so I can feel justified in laughing at that busker the other day.
And finally – on to Stuart’s question.
What did I do in Australia?
I spent a lot of time around camp fires playing my guitar.
They have guitars in Australia now?
Impressive.
Yup.
They still make them out of old camels though.
What a bunch of bastards! Do they have electrickery now?
Anna?
Get your coat love, you've pulled by the look of things.
Wow! She has? And not a camp fire in sight.
Impressive.
Oh, and lolly, electrickery - no. They still power things with baby wombats tied to springs.
Whereabouts in Australia did you go?
How many campfires were there?
Were you inadvertently (or advertently, or vertently, I'm not sure) responsible for the savage bush fires which raged across Oz that year?
Did you ever throw a shrimp onto a barbie?
Did Ken mind?
no, fucking hell, it was BOB DYLAN that sang "all along the watchtower".
GRR.
eh! eh! calm dahn, cahn daan!
Ha-ha! Two entries in someone else's blog and I'm already inciting violence! Hooray!
I didn't say Bob didn't sing "All Along the Watchtower". The question was did he write it?
Stuart - how long have you got? I wrote all about my travels at the time, and just four days worth of stories ran to about 7,500 words. I don't really think this is the time or the place......
yes he bloody well wrote it. you think dylan COVERED things?!
*lowers dylan-loving hackles*
Yeah, but Hendrix did it better.....
*ducks*
Jimi Hendrix, or Tony Hendrix?
peanut, you DO know about the Pink Baseball Bat of Style, Doom, and Dylan-Defending, right?
next thing i know, one of you tools is going to say that the INDIGO GIRLS did it best.
I liked the Jeff Hendrix version best. Though Dave Hendrix did quite a good one.
Tic-tac anyone?
Ah, Dave, Jimi and Jeff Hendrix. The greatest skiff-guitar combo seen North of the Tyne since before the war.
It is always such a shame when family groups break up like that.
Apart from when it happened to The Jacksons.
Bob sang 'all along the watchtower' the other night. It were bloody brilliant.