Stomping around the British country music scene…
I'm considering suing DJ Baylen Leonard for £27.38. That's how much my Uber cab home cost when, despite my earnest plan to get the last tube back from Nashville Nights' London launch, the DJ chose the precise moment I was scheduled to leave to play Girl Crush, swiftly followed by Mama's Broken Heart. My lawyer would argue that this... Continue Reading →
Come on country fans, I dare you to try some if these pickup lines at the bar of your next country gig. We can't guarantee whether, if you don't look like Luke Bryan, they'll earn you a date or a slap, but it's got to be worth a shot, right? "I'd like to check you for ticks"... Continue Reading →
A look down a tube carriage shows flashes of fringing and the odd authentic Stetson and we give each other the nod of secret, smug recognition. London Underground escalators become the red carpet to a surprising stream of cowboy boots. For once, the eagle-embroidered footwear, American flag t-shirt and satchel with the tassels are not a case of... Continue Reading →
Brits in Boots 