the beginning of this clip reminded me of the time that another brit and i, wearing shorts and sandals, found ourselves in a cowboy bar in the small town of joseph, near the slightly
larger town of enterprise, oregon. we were wilderness rangers, and one of the oldest, toughest cowboys in the area worked with us, so we were 'tolerated'. friday night was karaoke night. we watched the ladies in sparkly clothes, and men in big dress hats, belt buckles and spurs sing their songs.
then the announcement came - 'welshtroll and dave, you're up next'. erm... 'i havent signed up?'. we were pulled up on stage and told that we had been signed up to sing 'god bless america'
the music started, and there was a brief moment when the locals seemed to be deciding whether to kill us or help us, and, well, i lived to tell the tale!
i saw frank turner sing live at a small festival last year and he was absolutely fantastic - one of the best performers i have ever seen.