Ladies & gentlemen, welcome to most magical pub in the Universe – The Bassetts Arms.
It’s a pub that has a top secret location, a pub where the beer flows free, both in quantity & cost, and a pub that never has a closed sign on its door.
To see photos from The Bassetts Arms click here
Miss Quincy interviews the boys of Pewsey’s legendary rugby dance troupe during her 2010 UK tour.
To see a few photos of adventures in Pewsey click here.
Behind the scenes at the Patriots Motorcycle Club in Crumlin, Wales. Also known as the night we woke up to discover a man named Digga bunked down with us.
To see photos from this epic night click here.
Being on the road for 4 months I’ve become one hell of an adaptable sleeper. What I mean by that is when you have to sleep when you can and where you can you soon develop the ability to do just that – sleep anytime and anywhere. That said, over the past few months I’ve gotten my dream on in more places than you can possibly imagine:
In the front seat, middle seat, and backseat isolation chamber of a green minivan.
On living rooms floors, bedroom floors, kitchen floors, closet floors, and fluorescent linoleum airport floors.
On couches, fold out sofa beds, air mattresses, deflated air mattresses, thermarests, yoga mats, hand crocheted afghans, instrument cases, and often just the plain ol’ hard ground.
In rooms and beds shared with uncountable people. In rooms and beds all my own. In single beds, double beds, king sized beds, bunk beds, and the childhood beds of my friends.
In tents, hammocks, backyards, front yards, empty lots, parks, fields, and forests. On lakeside beaches and ocean-side beaches. In city centres, suburbs, small towns, and absolute wilderness. In the homes of friends, family, acquaintances, and absolute strangers. In heritage houses, modern houses, hand-built houses, completely empty houses, band houses, farm houses, and lakeside bunkhouses.
On apartment fire escape porches. In front porch sun rooms. In a stranger’s cabin on a mammoth mattress pulled from an attic. In an attic deemed Bedlam. In a supposed Scottish crack shack. In a dodgy hotel room down the hall from a strip club called Tailgaterz. In a cleverly traded motel room. In a converted bus. In a ditch next to a power station. In a straight up mansion. In a magic tree castle. In a converted prison cell. In the bunk house of a motorcycle club.
Need I go on? Perhaps I should just cut to the chase with a few photos of the random sleepcapades.
The night I slept in a converted cell in a former military prison in Ljubljana, Slovenia. For more photos and dirt click here.
The night Miss Quincy, the ladies of RedGap, and I slept in bunkhouse of the Patriots Motorcycle Club in Crumlin, Wales (only to wake up and discover a man named Digga bunked down with us). For more photos from our Welsh motorcycle club adventure click here.
The tour manager of the CMEAS UK Spring Tour sleep-sprawled in various locations of the mini-bus that carted us all across the UK.
A lovely afternoon park nap in Uppingham, England that was rudely interrupted by Frank and his stupid soft ices. For more adventures in Uppingham, click here.
Crashing hard in the fetal position on London Gatwick’s fluorescent linoleum during my first ever adventure in air travel hell. For more dirt on air travel hell, click here.
The morning we found our guitarist curled up in the upright bass case.
The first and only time on Miss Quincy‘s Your Mama Don’t Like Me album release tour that we rented our own hotel room … a “single” room for $53 right down the hall from Tailgaterz strip club. To read the tale of how we managed to sneak 3 dirty hippies into said single hotel room click here.
No exaggeration, the few objects and people you see in this photo were the only things in the absolutely empty house we stayed in for a few days in Nanton, Alberta.
The night we made a nest on the beach in Vernon, BC and slept soundly while our bassist spent the night being terrorized by beavers (his portion of the nest was unknowingly on top of a pile of sticks).
The magic tree castle in Ucluelet, BC built from the ground up by a supremely crafty chap named Merlin.
The Quincy Hat and The Ponto Hat on the open English road.
More Mad Hatters at an obligatory pub stop along the way.
Wi-fi scavenger extraordinaire – yours truly outside of the mini-bus updating the very photoblog you’re perusing.
Would you be worried if this man passed out in the front seat of the mini-bus was your tour manager?
Behold a lovely Manx specimen (straight from the Isle of Man … a place that is home to some of the most colourful and ace gals in the galaxy)!
Gig numero nine of the CMEAS UK Spring Tour at Crow’s in Lancaster on May 14, 2010.
This is also synonymous with the Night of Sombreros and the day the mod punk Barons of boogaloo – The Convulsions – came out to play with Miss Quincy and RedGap.
CMEAS (Chicago Music Explosion Artist Services) UK Spring Tour 2010.
The Convulsions – Ben Ruth (vocals, harmonica, organ), John Huck (drums), Joe Cutler (bass), and Jason Wilkinson (guitar, keys).
Miss Quincy and Hannah Layhe from RedGap.
RedGap – Barry Nelson (acoustic guitar) , Adam Cubbon (electric guitar), Hannah Layhe (percussion), Joanna Earner (lead vocals), and Val Nelson (bass).
Gig numero six of the CMEAS UK Spring Tour at The Sun Hotel & Bar in Lancaster on May 11, 2010.
Miss Quincy’s lonely and discarded hat watches on as she plays.
Miss Quincy, the perpetual thief. This time the thieved musician is Jo Cutler (bass) from The Convulsions.
The Isle of Man’s Red Gap
Lacock.
Unfortunately, this post won’t be as dirty as it sounds. Lacock is a village that dates back to the 13th century and has remained unspoiled over the past centuries. As a result of the complete lack of modern buildings it has been used as a movie set for lots of films and Tubevision shows – BBC’s Pride & Predjudice, Moll Flanders, Emma, Harry Potter, etc.
If I knew more about Harry Potter I probably would have known that this was his house before Wikipedia informed me of my accidental Potter photo.
Allow me to introduce you to possibly the most magical pub in the Universe – The Bassetts Arms.
A pub that has a top secret location. A pub that never closes. A pub where the beer is free-flowing, both in quantity & cost. And most importantly, a pub that turns everyone who enters into a absolute ball of merriment.
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bassetts Arms.
Steve Knight – Proprieter of The Bassetts Arms and the finest English chap I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet.
Ben Ruth.
Cubby.
Amelia.
Amelia # 1 & Amelia # 2 lounging about.
Amelia # 1 & Amelia # 2 turned serving wenches.
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