The news I could bring, I met up with The King - but not The Devil (Chris) |
The following morning we headed south out of Memphis to Graceland, Elvis Presley's home from the age of twenty-two until his death in nineteen seventy-seven at the age of forty-two. It is located, app... Posted by Missing Parsons on Wed, 01 Nov 2006 07:38:00 PST |
What's The Worst Job You Ever Had (Joe) |
What's the worst job you've ever had? Abatoir assistant? Head of bed-pans at an old folks home? Michael Ball's roadie? Whatever it is, we've seen something that tops it...
The fabulous Courtney... Posted by Missing Parsons on Thu, 23 Nov 2006 12:16:00 PST |
One Night in Nashville (Chris) |
Nashville wasn't on the schedule at first, not least of all because Joe had been there before and hated it. I had also been there a few years previously and, rather predictably, fell in love with it (... Posted by Missing Parsons on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 09:18:00 PST |
The Devil, The Fall, And Life After Death (Joe) |
The Devil had failed to show, despite our preparations being so thorough (hell is, after all, in the detail), so we returned to the generic roadside motel whose name I've already forgotten. Was it the... Posted by Missing Parsons on Mon, 06 Nov 2006 09:17:00 PST |
My Names Joe Harland, And I Approved This Message |
Manners, we are told, are what separate us from the apes. This manifests itself in many ways including the genteel way that the British advertise: "Try this it's great" is probably the closest we ... Posted by Missing Parsons on Thu, 02 Nov 2006 12:39:00 PST |
Listening Without Prejudice Would That I Could (Joe) |
Don't ever trust a man carrying a guitar. If there's one thing that life has taught me it's that a man with a guitar is only ever a millisecond away from whipping it out and playing it at you. Another... Posted by Missing Parsons on Wed, 01 Nov 2006 06:06:00 PST |
Homo Patrol - Dodge City to Memphis (Chris) |
We had stayed in Dodge City for no other reason than the anticipated satisfaction the following morning, with a screech of tyres and the smell of burning rubber, of being able to say 'Let's get the he... Posted by Missing Parsons on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 04:59:00 PST |
Were Not In Kansas Anymore (Joe) |
I get a lot of grief for being a slow driver, but I've never before been overtaken by a house. Or for that matter a shed. US roads are bigger than British drivers are used to, and so, it follows... Posted by Missing Parsons on Mon, 30 Oct 2006 04:44:00 PST |
Wichita Lines, Man |
I don't believe in an interventionist God, but if I did I would kneel down and ask him if he had anything to do with the afternoon of Wednesday 25th October 2006 day eight of the trip. I mention thi... Posted by Missing Parsons on Sun, 29 Oct 2006 06:04:00 PST |
Plains, Trains & Automobiles |
We were travelling at eighty miles an hour. At a guess the train was doing 40 in the opposite direction. And it took over a minute to go past us. That's a long train. Over a mile of it. Enough to fill... Posted by Missing Parsons on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 09:53:00 PST |