Pop star Gabrielle wasn't full of it; dreams can come true. The Back Street Boys are in the country music chart (possibly due to me successfully blowing out 16 candles all in one go back in '96). Jack Daniels have... Continue Reading →
It was a potentially confusing Sunday afternoon in the Royal Albert Hall. Perched in the rafters of the UK’s most breath-taking concert venue I waited for curtain up, conducting a wine-fuelled debate with my two fellow “Nashies” about whether we... Continue Reading →
I’ll admit it. It wasn’t entirely coincidental that I arranged to visit my Nashville friends when it “happened” to be the CMA Fest weekend. I was on my best behaviour though and resigned myself to the fact I’d need to... Continue Reading →
I am very temporarily swapping my cowboy boots for trainers as I’ve uncharacteristically signed up for a 10k charity run. I have not gone for the pictured cowboy boot/trainers hybrid that Adidas released in 2012. So far in life my running... Continue Reading →
I had the honour / torture last week of being asked for Nashville tips from three separate jammy people off for their first trips to Music City. Now that the initial jealousy's died down, I've realised these chats have been the perfect... Continue Reading →
Confession. My cowboy boots (all five pairs) have barely touched grass. In the words of Randy Houser, I was ‘raised on an asphalt farm, ain’t never heard a rooster crow’. But that is about to change with the sudden brilliant increase... Continue Reading →
