Being a record of the ruminations, ramblings and obsessions of a Hound of the noblest breed (or so His Lordship claims, anyway). The focus being on dark music and culture, style, spirituality and - naturally – Basset Hounds.
Welcome to the chronicles of Lord Bassington-Bassington, coming to you from Little Storping in the Swuff – a quaint place located somewhere between England’s Lake District and the outskirts of the Norwegian capital.
This is intended as a log of His explorations of music, books, films and so on. I, your humble chronicler, is merely His Lordship’s secretary.
For more information on Lord Bassington-Bassington, please confer this blog’s opening post. Contacts can be directed to email@example.com.
Today's young people, with their sneakers, sportswear and half-elitist, half-ironic band T-shirts, think they're cool. And as young people tend to be, they're dead wrong.
Lord Bassington-Bassington often rails against the dressing habits of young people, but now His Lordship feels the need to focus this into a series which aims to prove that young people are not in any way cool, especially not when compared with old men.
So where better to launch this new series than with some pictures from first-ever Norwegian Turban Day, which we here at the Chronicles participated in this past Saturday. We had a chance to try a turban, something we've always wanted.
As anyone half-informed about religion would suspect, this was a Sikh event. Which made it interesting on many levels beyond the purely sartorial.
Sikhs like to talk about how well integrated they are into Norwegian society. Balderdash! Sikhs simply cannot integrate into Norwegian society. For in the same way that when Chuck Norris does a pushup, he isn't lifting himself up, he's pushing the Earth down, Sikhs don't integrate into Norwegian society – Norwegian society integrates into them. Many of the things we think of as Norwegian are probably things we picked up from Sikhs. Come to think of it, the Vikings probably wore turbans, that's why we don't find any Hagar the Horrible-type horned helmets in Viking graves.
And as with any look worth having, it's usually an old man who pulls it off the best. Look at this perfect gentleman, combining the best of European and Indian style with ease. In fact, the only way this man could be any cooler would be if he was handing out free, home-made Indian food.
Which, come to think of it, he was.
Face it, you young scallywag: Old Sikhs are cooler than you.