Dogs, Horses , Sheep, and Chickens

By September 10, 2010One Man
Yay! Check out!

Yay! Check out!

We jammed ourselves, once more, into the BMW, and headed down that misty road in search of another show. And we could be any happier if we tried.

Filthy Bug Encrusted Windscreens

Filthy Bug Encrusted Windscreens

On tour, as John C said from the driver’s seat: “every day is just: another day, another kettle.”

I pondered that thought, looked at down at my orange

breakfast

breakfast

and remembered the great B&B, in Carlisle.

Lovely Margaret, of the Cherry Grove Guest Suite

Lovely Margaret, of the Cherry Grove Guest Suite

Not all kettles are born equal.

Then again, kettles aren’t born.

But if they were, I wonder which came first: the kettle or the egg?

I guess dogs came before the egg.

The debate is over.

At home (in Canada), today is Labour Day: a holiday in which people desperately try to cram in one more summer experience before resigning themselves the inevitability of autumn. It‘s one of the sadder holidays of the year- second only to Acceptance Of Mortality Day.

“Why is it that one day the coffee tastes better than the day previous?”

said John

said John

“Why didn’t I have this headache yesterday?”

said Christine

said Christine

Are we being followed?

said I

said I

Touring is lost time- the kind of time you spend on an airplane or commuting. Some people think it’s glamourous, but there are way more glam jobs.

See?

See?

I’ve had significant moments in pubs,

Just before the show.

Demon eyes. Demonize. Demon ayes.

at the theatre,

Too sexy for the stage.

Too sexy for the stage.

making an unexpected friend of a cat or dog

Sweet little purr-buckets

Sweet little purr-buckets

But, like blogging: it’s casually significant.

Whenever anything different happens out here it’s like a foreign holiday: “What’s all this about? Free fried squid in the piazza?!  Hooray for Free Fried Squid in the Piazza Day!”

Sports Cars,

Cool.

Cool.

Lorries,

Beautiful, beautiful, majestic, trucks! (wipe a tear from my eye)

Beautiful, beautiful, majestic, trucks! (wipe a tear from my eye)

RV’s

Why don't little cars do this in North America?

Why don't little cars do this in North America?

Horses

Yup.

Yup.

– all of us- crossing paths, passing each other, giving way, mid-adventure, starting out, or heading home.

A whole bunch of hotel rooms. Trees, sheep, cows, and fences.

Cows? Bison? Dogs? Chicken?

Cows? Bison? Dogs? Chickens?

Sorry, these are the chickens.

Sorry, these are the chickens.

High streets.

Times Square eat your heart out. "What heart?" "Oh, sorry, nothing."

Times Square eat your heart out. "What heart?" "Oh, sorry, nothing."

Lists of other things- not many variations.

Breakfast list.

Breakfast list.

It gives the impression that there’s only one road leading to the one and only city in the world.

Luckily for me, all roads eventually lead home- even though I live on an island (which you can’t drive to, per se).

Luckily for us, you are all so different.

See you at the movies!

See you at the movies!

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  • Cat says:

    Hi Charlie, I saw you last night in Belfast. Your show is brilliant, we had a fantastic time! I hope you get a chance to see some of the city, and good luck with the rest of the tour.