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.
Looking for a charity to back can be difficult, but after a long search we here at the Chronicles found the perfect cause: Bowler Hat Day. This annual event takes place this coming Thursday, and it's a day when the City of London picks up its bowler hats and does something for those less fortunate (i.e. those who do not have their own bowlers.
Even if London City is a bit away, His Lordship is planning to import this fine tradition to Norway, and we here at the Chronicles will be serving a hot curry lunch to our colleagues, asking them to pay what they like and send the monies to the Bowler Hat Day people.
Usually, proceeds from Bowler Hat Day go to SOS Children's villages, but in light of the terrible situation in Haiti all money collected this year will go to relief work in that unfortunate country.
Bowler Hat Day does not support such worthy causes as Basset rescue groups, but you can't have everything.
So, pick up your bowler hats and do something charitable this coming Thursday! (Or later, the Chronicles' little event will have to be postponed to next Monday for technical reasons).
If you gentlemen need any tips on how to wear a bowler, we here at the Chronicles suggest you take a peek at Mr. John Steed. And if you ladies need tips, we couldn't resist publishing the picture below, which we stole from this excellent French blog (and which they in turn borrowed from Ralph Lauren).
But ultimately, bowlers are not what's important. The heart beating about a foot below it is what matters.