Stomping around the British country music scene…
If we are in a movie, I think this might be the bit where the spell / dream / time travel experience wears off and we find ourselves back in real life, wondering whether the past two years really happened. From the huge global scenarios we’re still facing, to the personal shifts (like getting married!)... Continue Reading →
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 →
As reasons for cancelling things go, a worldwide pandemic is a pretty decent one. That said, there is a suspicious part of me which wonders whether Non-Country-Fan Boyfriend somehow orchestrated all of this to escape yet another country festival he was about to be dragged along to. Or perhaps it was my co-blogger Judi’s FOMO... 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 