Friday 8 July 2011

A summery Rupert

Horrible as it is, it's getting too hot to even think about tweed. Frankly, Lord Bassington-Bassington just wants to lie in the shade somewhere. This can only mean one thing, namely that it's time to take a break from The Chronicles. We feel quite confident that Lord Bassington-Bassington will return, true to form, come the fall.

In the meantime, here's a picture of a of a young chap called Rupert (no, not that Rupert) that Lord Bassington-Bassington met last summer, while making his way up to the Glastonbury Tor on the trail of the Holy Grail.



Thanks to the Merry Thelemites of Somerset (aka The Somersetians) for the picture.

Have a good summer!

Wednesday 6 July 2011

A contagiously canine chorus

While waddling around the streets of Brighton, Lord Bassington-Bassington came across a charming fellow with an impressive beard (though of course not as impressive as that of His Lordship's dear Mullah).



It was explained to His Lordship (by none other than Mr. B) that the gentleman was a member of The Bobby McGee's, the world's first "tweecore" band - no, not "tweedcore", though that is bound to be invented sooner or later.

All songs by the Bobby McGee's are absolutely brilliant, of course, but it is only when you see the video below that you can really appreaciate why Lord Bassington-Bassington is now a raving fan of the band.



Finally there's a chorus Lord Bassington-Bassington can really get into! Sing along, everybody!

Tuesday 5 July 2011

Tartan Tuesdays



Inspired by the Laguna Beach Fogey and by many an exciting trip to Scotland, we will start celebrating Tartan Tuesdays here at Bassington Manor. There might be something we haven’t caught on to, but the rules seem simple: just wear something tartan on Tuesdays.

Being beginners at this game, the only tartan thing we can muster is a bow tie and a shirt, but we are planning to keep this up and some day become seasoned tartan veterans. Things to pick up in the future include socks, scarved and pocket squares. Perhaps the full ki(l)t!



Now, the rules about wearing tartan are many, but ultimately they can probably be ignored. It's just clothes, for Dog's sake.

And anyway, Lord Bassington-Bassington is still looking for a tartan in black, brown and white – a true tricolor Basset tartan! Perhaps something like this?

Monday 4 July 2011

Deadly coverings

As Lord Bassington–Bassington has long had a soft spot for the music of Death in June, His Lordship has tried to stay abreast not only of the band's own releases, but also the various other musicians who have tried their hands at interpreting the band's music.



There’s been quite a few such covers through the years, but few bands have taken it to the extremes of Down in June (pictured below) have. Springing from the queer theatre circuit of Malmö, Sweden, Down in June have produced a whole album of Death in June covers that occasionally are better than the originals. They are also superb live, as Lord Bassington-Bassington has seen with his own two eyes.





But Lord Bassington-Bassington feels confident that the ultimate Death in June cover band will be the upcoming project of His Lordship's dear friend Mr. Huseby.

Ladies and gentlemen: Meet – Death in Uke!



Despite Lord Bassington-Bassington’s mixed feelings about the ukulele, His Lordship is confident that this will represent nothing less than a musical revolution. If you don't get it, then the uke's on you.

Saturday 2 July 2011

Harris tweed rides again!



The idea of Tweed runs seems to have spread to Glasgow with the launch of the first Harris Tweed Ride later this summer.

Not only does there seem to be all sorts of festivities planned, all in a spirit of charity. Scottish designer Judith R. Clark also seems to plan to create a special tweed jacket for the event. The jacket is still a secret, but some samples of Clarke's work can be seen underneath.





Lord Bassington-Bassington thinks this is a splendid idea. The only question is what can be done to make this phenomenal phenomenon spread to His Lordship's own neighbourhood here in Little Storping In-The-Swuff.

Perhaps one has to take the matter into one's own paws?