The new adventures of Banjo Khan

My buddy, Jimmy, Merseybilly & annual Cheshire Bluegrass BBQ fame, has moved himself and his banjo to frickin' Outer Mongolia. Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia, to be precise (the capital, which according to Wikipedia, has the "coldest average temperature of any national capital in the world" - fantastic!). He's moved for 6 or 7 months to teach English. And maybe a little bluegrass banjo. From his new blog.
I was very much arriving to the unknown. For the next 6 months I'll be living in UB and teaching English and as much as possible playing and teaching Bluegrass banjo. It is understood that I have zero experience teaching English. As for what I have to expect I know very little except that I'll be teaching full-time and that as far as my accommodation goes I "don't even have to bring a spoon" We entered a narrow yellowed hallway and found the creaky lift which I intend to avoid using as much as I can. A second guess on the unmarked buttons found my flat on floor 6. The landlady was inside: on seeing the living room I thought for a moment that I would be living as a guest, but no, the whole apartment is mine and yes, it seems that the school are paying. The kitchen has a painted Mongolian dresser; there's a Russian Doll, a puppy emerging from a barrel, two Chinese tigers and countless other bits of charmingly revolting tat in the front room's enormous wall cabinet. A 3-piece suite (altho it appears that the Mongolians don't bellieve in slouching - the backs are certainly going to do my posture a bit of good); the bedroom has a carpet on the wall and a traditional Mongolian style of wooden bedstead; there's a balcony between the kitchen and living room for drying clothes and I guess summer use; bright, ill fitting carpets and plenty of heat but it's by no means stifling. I love it. Mountains visible towering over the city (and later, the sun setting red over the power station I'd seen earlier from the airport, lighting it redly afire). No spoons though.
Go there. Read more about the adventures of a Liverpudlian in Mongolia. Permanent link now added to the side bar, over there --> Editor's note: Jimmy did end up going to the State Department Store and buying a spoon. He can now eat soup.
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Of course they had one...

RAF CREW USE TEAPOT TO FILL HOLE AT 8,000FT
It has emerged that the crew of a Nimrod used a teapot to block a hatch gap in their plane after a mid-air mechanical fault An RAF Kinloss spokeswoman said there was a malfunction with a hatch from which sonar buoys are thrown during search and rescue missions. The spokeswoman said: "There was a minor malfunction with the hatch cover and the teapot would have been used to make it more comfortable for the crew.
Because the RAF never leaves the ground without a teapot and scones. How else would the crew have their elevenses?
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She also asked Santa for chewing tobacco

This week, the Critter's school put on their annual Christmas pageant. (That's one of the things I prefer about living in England. No one gets their panties in a wad about wishing you a Merry Christmas, even if you choose to celebrate [insert-your-favorite-holiday-here] instead. The Brits scratch their head over our insistence at trying to include the one Rastifarian-Jewish-Zoastrian who might possibly hear about the fact that we uttered the word "Christmas" where others can hear, and I can't blame them.) If you've been to a pageant put on by under-12's, you know that it's a) sickeningly cute, and b) the funniest thing you can see that doesn't involve Jay and Silent Bob or monkeys. There's usually at least a couple of nose-pickers, a double handful of kids poking or being poked by their neighbors, a group in the back looking around trying to figure out what's going on, and a couple of kids someplace between sniffling and bawling in terror at being on display in front of so many expectant adults with cameras. And the Critter? She was the kid onstage who pulled her fairy costume up high enough to expose her knickers to the world and give herself a good ass-scratch while the others sang "Gloria hallelujah". Which just goes to show that you can take the genes out of Georgia, but not even Queen's School for Girls can overcome generations of cousin-love. My pride, it knows no bounds.
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