tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489310405541465454.post6047688012467926741..comments2023-10-11T07:35:31.358-07:00Comments on Knights of Creativity Spirit & Ale: They were bad men, and the whores weren't ladies.dkWellshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14036130304612683613noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489310405541465454.post-72699835589201113372009-06-09T05:51:11.526-07:002009-06-09T05:51:11.526-07:00Sir Bowie...You're going to give the Brits a &...Sir Bowie...You're going to give the Brits a "Cowboy Complex" with that last photo.<br><br>Let's just pack our boots, hats, 6 shooters and crazy stares...I'll bet we get to go and do whatever we want! LOL! That...or end up in Scotland Yard as Wyoming Terrorists!<br><br>Looks like fun...and you play the part perfectly. Cactus wine would be my choice! Being part Native American...a good Peyote BUZZ mixed with fermented liquids would send me howling to the Moon!<br><br>Sir Hook the Cactus Wine Shaman of WarrickSir Hook of Warrick aka "David K Wells"http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036130304612683613noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489310405541465454.post-56431578787934821892009-06-09T06:00:24.096-07:002009-06-09T06:00:24.096-07:00. No Hooks you would simply get SHOT, the paper.... No Hooks you would simply get SHOT, the papers here regularly have some sap who has either gone out with a plastic gun or some artifact that looks like it might be a weapon. ( last year a guy got shot dead.. for brandishing a chairleg. <br> even if you are not carrying anything and look swarthy you run the risk in London, ( notably the case of jean charles de menezies ) Our cops don't carry guns... but pop outside with one and a swat squad will be on your ass, with a toe tag ready to be written on in their pocket. LOl.. <br><br>Bowster...i love the rundown of all that Old West Booze...fascinating...i'll never look at a wild west bar scene in quite the same way again... yikes. ...especially the barmen cutting what is already rank booze.<br><br>Sir dayvd ( home, home on the firing range ) of OxfordshireAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489310405541465454.post-9852722761974296522009-06-09T06:06:25.131-07:002009-06-09T06:06:25.131-07:00howl at the moon...there's a song in there som...howl at the moon...there's a song in there somewhere ; )<br><br>Lady S,<br>who has some "howl at the moon earrings" from one of Sir B's campoutsLady Suzanne of Greenbriarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17715427827385897484noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489310405541465454.post-44958945904663128702009-06-10T02:44:05.514-07:002009-06-10T02:44:05.514-07:00I love the sound of the drink Coffin Varnish. do...I love the sound of the drink Coffin Varnish. does this mean it will kill you ...but give you a lovely finish...:))<br><br><br>Sir dayvd ( where the wolves are silent and only the Moon howls ) of Oxford-way-back-in-time-ShireAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4489310405541465454.post-9608673114668422952009-06-10T06:29:20.184-07:002009-06-10T06:29:20.184-07:00Sir Dayvd,I'm sure there was more than one ace...Sir Dayvd,<br><br>I'm sure there was more than one ace-high cowboy or eastern dude who bent an elbow, went on a bender, got full as a tick on "oh-be-joyful" and found himself in a six-foot hole at the bone orchard -- with a full shine!<br><br>Sir Bowie in Evansville (where it's hot as a whorehouse on nickel night).Sir Bowie of Greenbriar (a.k.a. David A. Kuhn)http://www.blogger.com/profile/11885858294354724520noreply@blogger.com