Cigars? Sure! But what else do you want for Christmas?

[Robusto]

I've got a big birthday coming up as well as Christmas. I shall DEFINITELY be getting some good cigars... but I find it hard to focus on what I'd really like.

I thought about another laptop, but then this one has been fitted with a new motherboard and now works without cooking my fingers.

A good muso mate is installing me stacks of up-to-date music writing software as he is endorsed by several keyboard companies. I hope to switch over to controller keyboard plus laptop onstage eventually. I would have paid out for that software for myself, but now don't need to. :biggrin1:

I really love cowboy hats / stetsons, so I've been looking through websites for good ones. I was in New York and bought an 'authentic' one about three years ago.

Stetsons suit me. I took to wearing one when my band plays... and then never wanted to take it off!

They can look incongruous and YMCA camp, but I wear mine with style and it makes me feel really good so I don't care. I love to walk out with a fat cigar on in this hat.

I'll go for a black felt stetson this time, I think. :cowboyic9:

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So what would you like for Christmas, folks?

[linfield100]

I've put my order in with the wife. Top of the list is:

Cigars
Bottle of single malt whisky.

I also like stetsons. Only have one at the moment which I often leave on the rear seat of the car. The wife of course throws her shopping over it and it's looking a bit battered now.

[Drewmidorn]

Well i've already spoilt myself with a new Neumann TLM 103 (microphone) so i think I'll be happy with that!

[Robusto]

Bump!

[larrysputnik]

GPS, and maybe a Broadway show.:cowboyic9:

[Willie1]

Other than cigars, I have already treated myself to a new Semi-Acoustic guitar and hopefuly a few sticks to try and get the collection going :)

I do have another ideal christmas gift that I'd like,but I don't think that it would be permitted on the boards as it's somewhat blunt, but to the point :) lol

Willie

[cohibaIV]

LOVE AND PEACE......LOVE AND PEACE....:smoke::rock::41::cowboyic9::der:

And Cohiba's......:rolleyes::cool:

[Deano]

Crystal ashtray off my Dad. ?60 though, sheesh.

[Robusto]

Rampant Rabbit world eh, Willie?

[Robusto]

Deano likes the lean cuisine stuff.

[TJ:01]

You guys make what's on my Christmas list look so tame - I've the Dr Who S4 boxset on my list along with a new briefcase/holder bag thing to put all my school stuff in. At the moment my satchel thingy is more battered than my student's bags!!

[RhiannonBW]

I've already been bought my Christmas pressie, though I can't bring it home until my Shotgun Licence comes through . . . . . .

Hubby is wandering how the nice sweet girl he married has turned into a champagne-swilling, gun-toting, cigar-smoking lady? :cowboyic9:

Rhiannon

[Robusto]

Gun-toting now, hey?...

I'm getting visions of all this as I stroke the checkout basket image of my new stetson on my screen here and wait each day for DHL...

A world of pistols.

:biggrin1:

[Drewmidorn]

I had a girlfriend whose stepdad had guns (he was actually a truck driver). When I was taken home to meet the parents the father felt the need to show the young, long haired rocking and rolling boyfriend the gun collection before anything else!

Needless to say I got her pregnant and addicted to crack and crystal meth. I then left her to claim welfare and poll dancing for coppers collected in a pint jar in The Dun Cow pub in Shoreditch. Last I heard she had sold her shocking true story to Take A Break Magazine.

(The first paragraph is true... the second is not quite so honest!)

D

[larrysputnik]

Good thing you put that disclaimer on there Drew. For a moment there I was a bit scared: that's exactly what happened to me! You must've read the article. But alas, those wild days are long gone for me. Now I'm just a fuddy-dud cigar-smoking, ipod stereo-making, scotch-drinking yankee. :smoke:

[Robusto]

On my first trip to a hick town in New Mexico to see my sister and brother-in-law, I spent quite a lot of time being shown the gun collection. Larry had his bullet-making bench set up in his bedroom, and there were a lot of metallic smells wafting out every night. I was raised in the silence of Ipswich, so this bullet exotica was quite off my spectrum.

However, we Brits are superb at the non-judgemental stiff upper lip, so I went out to the desert as men together shooting beer cans in the hot freeze-framed scrubland. I sat impassively on the patio where I was shown the spot where Larry had disposed of a neighbour's cat that had approached the barbecue with a close range single shot. Larry and the other retired USAF 'Nam vets go up to the mountains hunting deer. They'll catch a good one and bring it back to skin and cook on a Sunday.

This is all good. Who am I to condemn? Round here, the most men can do is play in the Brokeback Football League on a Sunday morning because they have no stags to slaughter.

My brother in law would have been equally culture shocked at the pensioners' Christmas party I took our school dancers and choir to to perform Songs For The Lord to yesterday. Hushed British carols with nice tinkles. Very surreal for me, this gig - especially as I am non-religious but like a lovely tune - but I ended up with a fat boy's pensioners' left-overs roast lunch. Wages enough, and my kids did fine.

We went to some fine country and western bars in New Mexico, full of cigar smoke. I was still in the stogie closet with my sister. (Too shy). I just had to put up with the smell - which I find VERY difficult with a good one in the vicinity. Mind you, I think she's twigged from my Facebook that cigars are a major perversion now, but it's the love that dare not speak its name between some blood relatives sometimes.

All the questions... All the explanations... The red faces... The shock...
"Go on! I don't believe you! Smoke one, then! Go on! Show us!".

I treated myself to an hour in a Kwik Fit waiting room in town after work last night for three new tyres to be fitted. I was flicking through the Chat and Take A Break selection (Why no garage-wait porn instead? Simpler on the brain than these crap story-mags that do your nut and Radio 4 penchant in) and came across a bizarre tale of a husband who decided he wanted to be a woman so much that he performed surgery upon himself. Anyway, after the cleaning up in the casualty department, the wife told him he had to leave, and six months later he turned up on the doorstep as a convincing brunette awaiting hip implants.

Just thought I'd free-associate. I'm up with a stinking cold and am depping with a band tonight who are expecting bvs. I think projectile sputum will be the order of the day. No cigar bliss possible in these conditions. I have my Punch Punch to road test, still.

Rhiannon - Make sure you get a special bench in the bedroom to hammer some silver bullets out like Larry.

[Robusto]

My next stetson is in transit, this screen just told me.
I can't wait!

Clean, repressed-posh Middle Class professional man with a softened accent who slums it in drink dives and pole dance palladiums at weekends wishes to don a Texas stetson to play cowboys and cowgirls. Like the Sputyank, will do it in threes for a quick conversion. :smoke: