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Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby…

Tonight I am off to a concert at Manchester’s Ruby Lounge. I have often walked past this tiny unobtrusive place on the tail end of Piccadilly’s High Street without giving it a second glance. A slightly grimy looking venue, and usually papered in ‘Manc Club Night’ posters, it is customarily home to rock and roll/indie acts. I was therefore surprised somewhat to find a forthcoming billing for two country music artists, which is how I find myself here, on this evening, queuing excitedly for the doors to open. Continue reading “Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby…”

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West Side Story

I’m up at the crack of dawn today (well, 7am) in order to get my last internal flight here in America. Continue reading “West Side Story”

You don’t know Jack.

There’s two Jack’s I love in life, Daniel and White, and both are conveniently located here in Tennessee.

Today I’m heading out to Lynchburg to tour the Jack Daniel’s Distillery. Fantasising about visiting ever since I first caught sight of the JD posters in their black and white on the London Underground; I’m excited to take a tour of Old Number 7. Continue reading “You don’t know Jack.”

Music City

I wake up with an extremely sore head today and I’m feeling a little bit sorry for myself; not least of all because I have to leave the wonder of New Orleans behind me today.

Breakfast is a pleasure of plantain, eggs, avocado and salsa but I still can’t shake my hesitancy or my hangover. Continue reading “Music City”

Southern Comfort

I love New Orleans. Everyone here is so friendly. People greet each other in the street, call hellos and comment on the weather from their front porches. It’s a great little community. Hapless Birt has been left behind momentarily in favour of a Louisiana lilt. After being advised to imagine my words stacked together like soldiers falling lazily into each other, I’m practicing a smooth southern drawl and I’m a regular dandy. Continue reading “Southern Comfort”

The Louisiana purchase

Coffee. I need coffee. And breakfast. And water, definitely water. My stream of consciousness this morning waking up on my first full day in here in New Orleans following a raucous evening. I head to Horn, a cute little cafe on Touro and acquire myself something called a ‘Jewish Coonass’. It’s a crawfish and latke combo and damn, is it good. A takeout box for leftovers and I head out into the sun. Continue reading “The Louisiana purchase”

Les gens de libres

It’s time to move on from the idyllic white sandy beaches of Florida today, and I watch out the windows, bidding farewell to the lagoons as we head to the airport. A brilliant orange butterfly dips up and down beside us keeping pace with the car, then soars up out of sight. Continue reading “Les gens de libres”

Une Bonne Aventure…

Today I’m heading slightly out of town up to Savannah’s Bonaventure Cemetery on the bluff of the Wilmington River. Seen as it was a key deciding factor on me stopping here over Charleston; I’m pretty excited to say the least. Continue reading “Une Bonne Aventure…”

Rebel with a cause

Today I rise early with a somewhat wine flavoured headache, and set off in the rush hour traffic to Reagan Airport. This morning I’m leaving DC flying Delta via Atlanta, to Savannah. Continue reading “Rebel with a cause”

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