Stomping around the British country music scene…
I finally got Non-Country Boyfriend (NCB) to come to a country music festival with me. He’d had to collect his dad from hospital the day he was due to join me at Buckle and Boots. Then he broke his shoulder the week before The Long Road. And the jury is still out on whether he... Continue Reading →
Computers ready? Home bar stocked? Prayers said to ward off any technical gremlins? Then welcome to Country Music Week. In case you’ve missed it, in previous years, every October since 2017, London has hosted a week-long collection of intimate country gigs in venues across the city. It’s been a time of school night partying, Soho... Continue Reading →
Aah, 2020. How I miss the days when 'corona' was just something for Maren Morris and Ryan Hurd to find Love in a Bar over, or for Brad Paisley to drink instead of the water. Now, it is the thing which has sent us into limbo, as we wait for our invisible enemy to strike... Continue Reading →
If this is the end of life as we know it – which it feels like it might be – I like to think that the giant posters of the 'C2C festival that never happened' will stay up, as a last reminder of what life was once like; Darius Rucker’s supersized face waiting there to... Continue Reading →
This is not a drill. The non-country-fan boyfriend met My Big Fat Caribbean Family at Christmas and survived. Now he’s agreed to come along for one day of Country 2 Country Festival to face the country family. It’s not a done deal. “Something came up” when he was due to join me at Buckle and... Continue Reading →
Brits in Boots 