Apathy & Apologies

Apathy & Apologies...already sounds like a great song.  What started as a brief hiatus, turned into a full blown case of apathy in regards to writing in these sacred spaces.  For that I give you my sincerest apology.

Too much has occurred since the last post in April...so I'll spare you the 500 page biography.  However, I would like to include a few highlights to catch us up to speed:

1.  Sir John of the Rangeline continues to brew some of the best beer in the world in his alchemist kitchen in Columbia, Missouri.  XPat Ale is AWESOME!
2.  Speaking of XPat...yours truly, Sir Hook of Warrick, has launched a podcast titled, XPat Radio, which features little known fantastic British Music to the colonies.  You can find them here.
3.  Sir Bowie of Greenbriar and Sir Hook still get together to hoist a few brews and pontificate as to how to make the KCSA better.
4.  Sir Dayvd of Oxfordshire continues to hold down the European outpost.

So, with that brief outline...onward into the future my apologist apathetic friends...or as Buzz Lightyear says, "To infinity and beyond!"

Sir Hook the Apologist of Warrick

P.S.  Merry Christmas!

Pizza + Beer + Viagra = Royal Wedding

In case you've been absent, or absent minded, of late...there's this huge event happening in England next Friday that has every body talking about dysfunctional families, royalty, lust and how to make a quick Buck off BUCKingham Palace!


Yes, my fellow Anglophile friends, it's time tip back a few pints, call in sick and fantasize about what it's like to be the focus of the world for one day.  Or, if you're an entrepreneur, it's time to figure out how to Capitalize in a Capitalist society!

Let's start with Pizza.  Pappa John's, based up river from us in Louisville, has authorized their British operations to make and deliver a Kate and William pizza.  Now you can literally eat, or eat out with, the Royal Couple.  Perfect for the cannibals amongst us, or if your anti-royal, you can eat the pizza and deposit royalty in the shitter, where you think they belong.  Not many can say they ate out a Princess, or shat a Prince!

Of course, nothing goes better with pizza than beer!  There are tons of special beers and ales being brewed in Britain for this occasion; however, there is one in particular that we took note of..."Royal Virility Performance", brewed by BrewDog.


What makes RVP so special is that it is laced with Viagra!  That's right...drink three of these BrewDog Puppies and you'll have a Royal Chubby before you know it!  Their slogan on the bottle states, "Arise Prince Willy!"


The brewery also shares, "A beer should be brewed with a purpose, not just because some toffs are getting married, so we created something at our brewery that will undermine those special-edition beers and other assorted seaside tat, whilst at the same time actually give the happy couple something extra on their big day."  Click Here To Read Full Article

So there you have it...save the date...order your pizza...drink your Viagra laced beer...and name your Chubby, Willie...whilst you ravage the lass next to you...who on this special day shall be named...KATE!


Cheers!
Sir Hook the RVP Patron of Warrick

Single Tree Safari

It all began at my great-grandmother's feet, she being a Cherokee beyond a 100 years of age.  At this stage in her life her day consisted of upbraiding her long silver hair, brushing it out, braiding it again...all while entertaining us with her stories.

Through her I found out that her Anglicised name of Singletary was rooted in a more ancient Cherokee name of Single Tree.  Many visits to the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee and North Carolina, where my family roots held firm for many centuries, to the plains of Oklahoma and New Mexico, where some of the family dispersed through the Trail of Tears, I began to explore what it meant to be Cherokee.

I've always been drawn to the image of a single tree standing out among its surroundings.  Perhaps it's my ancient ancestral call, our my identity to clinging to life and standing firm amongst the storms that surround it, or better yet, the majestic sculpture of nature reaching towards the heavens while being firmly grounded in the earth.

To this day on Highway 45 as you drive towards my home town of Fairfield, Illinois, there's a single tree on a bend that greets my warrior cry every time I pass it.  Like me, its a bit older, but fuller with life.  Unlike me, and with a little luck, it will continue to stand after the last time I pass it in this life.

Live oaks are one of my most special trees.  The drive from Charleston, South Carolina to Kiawah Island is like driving through natures cathedral at high mass.  The ancient oaks of England also stir my soul.  Perhaps that comes from the other side of my family heritage, rooted in the rolling plains and woods of Somerset in England?  The Celtic British call is also powerful in my soul, like a Druid reading the entrails to see what the future holds.

This rambling all brings me to a Single Tree Safari.  A rediscovery of my ancient past and a reformation of my future.  This will be the title of my next CD, as well as a book to help others discover their true path in life.

The single tree has many branches, as does our life.  The trick is to honor the branches as you remain rooted in your soul.  Then you have the strength, courage, and ability to reach towards the heavens, regardless of what others might think or say to the contrary.  That's why my Facebook Profile stats as my religion that I'm a:  Zen, Cherokee, Catholic, Christian.  I think I might have to add Druid now!

So, what are you roots?  What are the branches in your life that you must honor?

Sir Hook the Single Tree of Warrick