The written thoughts of a traveller.
Touring with Rock ‘n’ Roll bands; exploring Europe and the world; flirting in bars… and some naughtiness.
Oh, and all with a trombone. Enjoy..
Blogyourwaytoantarctica.com ought to be renamed. Unfortunately, the whole competition seems to be less about blogging than marketing – it’s simply about votes. In fact, it may just as well be called sellyourgrandmother.com for all it has to do with reporting on events. So I’ve joined the capitalist scramble to the summit, and created a website.
My dear friend Barnaby asked me to write a little entry on this blog about three months ago, I think. So here I am, finally….. I actually wrote the material for this months ago, but I’m very lazy and would make a terrible office worker. Whilst planning this short expose, my first thoughts were which
As one progresses through life, one notices draughts. ‘I wake up with a stiff neck…and that’s all,’ says “Wrecker Jon”, edging ever closer to his forties. With routine resignation, we’re off to the continent once again: one sleeping while the other drives, crossing the channel using the port of Dover. There is a part of
I’m a wally sometimes, you know. Having embarked on another project for which I need votes, it has only just occurred to me to use the blog to advertise. Honestly, anyone would think it was I that was dropped on my head as a child, not Crazy Sandra. Speaking of which, she has written
That, folks, is that. AC/DC play their last European show tonight, then they head off – apostrophes and all – to the US to continue the tour. Unfortunately for us, visa issues and red tape dictate that American drivers are used for that leg. It’s a shame; crew and drivers have worked harmoniously together for
Ever wondered why the Brits rib the Irish? Well, it wasn’t that long ago that the M1 out of Dublin had speed limits in kilometres per hour and distance markers in miles. If that’s not daft, then I don’t know what is. They’ve rectified that now, but as Namibian and I passed the border town
AC/DC have now reached Punchestown Racecourse, Naas. Set amidst 450 acres of rolling Irish countryside – in the heart of County Kildare, Ireland’s thoroughbred county – it has been the home of Irish National Hunt Racing since 1827. I’m just enjoying the view when David – avid “petrolhead” that he is – frightens me with
I thought I’d write a little filler for the travel day to Naas, Ireland. And today’s theme, I’ve decided, is bicycles. Almost without exception, now, every driver on this AC/DC Tour has one; bicycles are pretty much essential on stadium tours – for whizzing over to Catering from our designated parking area, or for peddling
(London – Ireland travel day on the AC/DC Tour) Photos by Barnaby Davies. Guest text from my tolerant father, Rodney: The sustainability of this planet is threatened by many factors. The Number One problem is that there are just too many human beings living on it. The majority of those, in the West
“Barnaby’s thoughtful musings on his voyage through life. You are not alone as you travel that valley my son.”
Father Pius Smith, Hastings.
