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Monday, 24 December 2012

Christmas Dreaming



Mrs Bigmouthery wrote a Christmas song in 2010. I remember hearing it for the first time standing at the New Farm Park ferry terminal, soaked to the skin with rain, that Christmas night. Two years later to the day, we're happy to share with you the music video we've been making over the last couple of weeks. Enjoy, and Merry Christmas.




Thursday, 13 December 2012

More Food in America, Starring Bacon.


Having suffered a major epicurean breakfast fail at the hands of Hungry Jack pancake mix, I resolved to make amends by cooking a signature dish for dinner- macadamia chicken.

Tuesday, 11 December 2012

Hotcakes, Pancakes and Flapjacks - an 'Epic Fail'.



Up at 6am today making what proved to be a totally unsatisfactory and unsatisfying breakfast for Mrs B before she leapt into the maw of the monster known as Houston rush hour. Pancakes and ham. Not a traditional Australian heart-starter, but not much of a challenge. It was a failure, or to use the hyperbolic parlance of our times, an epic fail. 

Saturday, 1 December 2012

Rhonda Roberts Music



My wife, Rhonda Roberts, known to regular readers as Mrs Bigmouthery, is an extraordinarily gifted songwriter and singer. She's also been taming the wicked little critta known as the ukulele for 16 years and it is apparent that the little beast is well and truly under her control. Over the last few weeks in Houston, I've been privileged to attend a number of Mrs B's performances at some wonderful venues  (Anderson Fair, The Last Concert Cafe, Bacchus Wine Bar, Hefley's) and have marveled at her talent and stagecraft.

Wednesday, 28 November 2012

Stuff You Miss, Stuff You Don't.



Before Mrs Bigmouthery and I returned from our first US trip in March, our course seemed set: she'd move to Australia and we'd make a go of it there. Once we'd settled back in to the post-holiday rhythm of every day life in a humid soup filth late summer Brisbane, it became apparent that America had a hell of a lot more in its favor.

Sunday, 18 November 2012

The English Language Barrier.



When I'm in Australia, I often go to great pains to emphasise/emphasize the fact that Australians and Americans are very similar people. I think it's because many Australians view Americans, by and large, as a cross between this...

Saturday, 17 November 2012

Nx in Tx.

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Houston is a strange, flat sprawl of a city. It's also deceptive. It can turn from dazzlingly pretty and charming to scary ugly in the space of a block or two. The traffic, like most cities without a good public transportation system, is serpentine and unkind.

Thursday, 8 November 2012

Jet Lag and Other Toaster Ovens.

If you've ever been anywhere far away from where you normally are, or something, you know the effects of jet lag. Over the last few days I have flown from Brisbane, Australia to Houston, Texas, USA by way of the Indian Ocean, India, the Bay of Bengal, the Gulf of Oman, Dubai, the Caspian Sea, Russia, Finland, Norway, Greenland, and Canada.

Yes...my arms are sore.

I'll be back soon enough with more Bigmouthery.

Oh yeah, one other thing. I won't be doubting Nate Silver's numbers again any time soon.

Sunday, 4 November 2012

Leaving Home, Going Home.





"Nothing makes the earth seem so spacious as to have friends at a distance; they make the latitudes and longitudes." – Henry David Thoreau.

Moving from one country to another is a big deal. I've done it before. Admittedly I was seven months old and don't remember a damn thing about it but...I've heard the stories, man, it's a big deal. Tonight I'll be flying to Houston, Tx by way of Dubai. It's a long flight. 30+ hours.

A lot of people think I'm moving today. While the long term plan is to make a move to the US, I'm traveling on an ESTA waiver so will be coming back in February. Notice how I only put one l in 'traveling'? I've been thinking a lot about that kind of stuff lately. Pounds instead of kilos, organize instead of organise, feet instead of metres, meters instead of metres. In the space of a few days I'll go from being a competent speller to a poor one. Sort of.

Bigmouthery will continue in America. The map of the trip has been charted only as far as the initial destination, so I'm sure there will be some surprises in store. I'm looking forward to my first Thanksgiving and my first winter Christmas. I'm looking forward to being back in a country that makes sense to me. And it goes without seeing that I'm looking forward to seeing Mrs Bigmouthery for the first time since June. She'll be happy to see me, too, because I'm bringing her a bunch of her clothes with me.

If you need to contact me, I'll be accessible via FB and email.

Be happy, enjoy Christmas and crush the Saffies.

Love,
Nxx
 

Friday, 2 November 2012

Election 2012: The Blackout and the Silver.

 
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Imagine next Tuesday's (Wednesday Australian time) presidential election is a spacecraft that's been orbiting the planet for a year or so. Before it comes crashing back to Earth, it must pass through the ionosphere, that section of the 'sky' where communication with the ground is impossible because of solar radiation. In a sense, that's where we're at now. We can guess what's going on, we can hypothesize...we can keep listening to pundits and studying polls...but we don't know what exactly is going on and polls. Like the monitoring of a spacecraft, the best thing to do is merely sit tight and be patient. But this is an election, so no-one's gonna do that. Not even Bigmouthery.

Friday, 19 October 2012

"Be This Guy."


The man highlighted in this photo is August Landmesser, a German shipyard worker. The image of his seeming refusal to give the Nazi salute has earned him a posthumous reputation as a resistance symbol. The photo's floated around the internet with a number of captions, the most recent being "Be This Guy". I understand the statement in the context of Nazism, of course, but looked at more broadly, if everyone were "that guy", it'd be better not to be that guy.

Or...it may just be that Herr Landmesser had an embarrassing secret:

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Live Blog - Presidential Debate 2.





12:45: Phew. That's done. Never live blogged before and probably won't again. For one thing, I'll be at work when the Boca Raton debate happens next week. The media verdict will definitely go Obama's way for precisely the same reason the first went Romney's. In the first, Romney had to come from behind. This time, in terms of both debate success and now polling numbers, Obama had to. And he did. He stung Romney on a few occasions, most notably around foreign policy, Crowley's correction of  Romney's 'act of terror' screw-up eliciting rare applause from a very well-disciplined crowd. Romney is starting to sound like a broken record, his team thinking 'well it worked last time, let's keep at it!' But for some reason they did not expect a fiery Obama, or if they did, did not counter him effectively. Obama sounded like a president, Romney sounded whiny. Many have said that Romney has a debate advantage because he's had to fight a primary season, so his debate skills are fresh. Unfortunately for Mitt, he didn't have to debate Obama during those primaries...and today it showed. 

The key here is whether Obama can push the lead back out to 4%. I doubt it. What we have is a very tight race which I still think Obama will win. If the Florida debate doesn't push the recently grey states back to light blue, this will go down to the wire. The next debate is on foreign policy, which, as we've consistently seen from both Romney and Ryan, is a particularly weak suit. Expect Romney to avoid it as much as possible. Expect Obama to keep it on topic. And expect the 12th Best Election Coverage! Right here at Bigmouthery!

Debate 2. The Town Hall.

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Okay...we're back.

Today's presidential debate at Hofstra University on Long Island is a town hall-style affair. Instead of a traditional moderator, pre-selected questions will come from the audience while the candidates tentatively shuffle around the stage. No podiums to hide behind. There will be a host (Candy Crowley) who may not ask follow-up questions, but can give the candidates extra time to respond to questions.

According to the media, Mitt Romney won the first debate. I think it had something to do with the fact that it was the first time he'd appeared as a man as opposed to a cabbage. It was the most boring Presidential debate I've ever seen. Ten minutes in I was reaching for a beer and it was morning here. Most unusually, Romney's numbers have risen considerably as a result. He's now neck and neck with Barack Obama, who has to do something very special to win back the lead. Can he do it? And if so, how?

Friday, 5 October 2012

No Mouthery.



Bigmouthery is taking a few days off. It will return after the Vice President debate next week.

Sunday, 30 September 2012

Weird Facts About Presidents.



They are the great leaders. Statesmen. They are intelligent and stylish, imbued with razor sharp political insight, organizational savvy, great character and even temperament. Forty three men have held the title of President of the United States, a position requiring almost superhuman abilities. But like all of us, they are mere mortals and as such are subject to the same behavioural flaws, traits and peccadilloes. Peeing out the window of the Oval Office, for example. Today's Bigmouthery uncovers a few little weirdies you didn't know about the most powerful men on the planet.

Thursday, 27 September 2012

Election 2012 - Call It...Friendo.


It's slipping away from Money Boo Boo. Barring an October Surprise video showing President Barack Obama in a compromising position with a small mammal and a jar of marshmallow fluff, Mitt Romney's race looks run. Regular readers will know that Bigmouthery is about as cautious as can be when predicting elections. So with 40 days left till the big day, why the call?

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

Election Recipe: How to Turn White Bread Into Toast.



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Was in the midde of another post when this came through. Only have time to suggest you watch and have a strange gasp/giggle. Thanks to my friend Kaff for sharing.

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Monday, 24 September 2012

Why Isn't Obama Further in Front?

"I think I can..."


Everybody's after Mitt Romney's hide. Even Bigmouthery took a few shots at him last week after being busted admitting he was only interested in undecided voters. He's even been given a new nickname: Money Boo Boo. And yet, despite the '47%' gaffe, the obvious foreign policy naivety and the lacklustre convention numbers, Romney is still only trailing by single figures across aggregated polls. So why isn't Obama further in front?

Saturday, 22 September 2012

'We'll All Be Rooned' - The State of Campbell.


In the last few years, the Australian political landscape has been very similar to much of the Australian landscape - dry, brown, flat, with a few limp weeds poking out. I pay scant attention to both. To be honest, since my wife went back to America in June, that's where my heart's been and since we decided that we'd try to settle there, my head's gone with it. Election season hasn't helped. It's my Olympics. A quadrennial hobby. But lately it's been hard to ignore events at home. So, with some reluctance, Bigmouthery's gonna take a little look-see (with apologies for the swearing towards the end).

Wednesday, 19 September 2012

Mitt Romney: Slicing Down the Middle.


"The percentage I REALLY play to, bitches!"
Things are turning sour for Mitt Romney. No convention bounce, insider criticism for his comments on the Middle East situation and now a double whammy video from leftie site Mother Jones revealing his view that nearly half of America are  'victims' to government entitlement and that a resolution to the Israel/Palestine situation is 'almost unthinkable' (Bigmouthery's not covering that one in this edition.) With 48 days left until election day, are these latest developments the death knell for the Romney campaign?

Sunday, 16 September 2012

What's With the America Thing, Nx?


The Doyle family outside their Ralph St, Berkeley Heights, NJ home, 1966.
As the election draws closer and Bigmouthery devotes more energy to following the swirls and spins of the campaign, more than one person (two) has asked me, "What the hell is it with you and America?"
Shut up for seven mins and I'll tell you.

Saturday, 15 September 2012

Election 2012: Where It's At.

Obomney.

Fifty one days left until America chooses the guy who hasn't lived up to his 2008 promise...or the cicada shell. Coincidentally, 51 days till I land in America. With the conventions over and the debates still weeks away, where are we at?

Friday, 14 September 2012

Election Speak for Dummies.



We've covered conventions, the college and a lot of scuttlebutt but in the heat of the 2012 election campaign. But some things are easy to forget. A lot of the jargon, acronyms and abbreviations commonly used in presidential elections are new to many of my Australian readers. So here, in no particular order because I'm too lazy) is an arbitrary and quick-fire guide to some of the language you'll hear during the run up to November 6.

Sunday, 9 September 2012

Style Over Substance Under Stupid.

NASA being very stylish.
Another stage of the 2012 election campaign has been safely jettisoned (see metaphorical picture above). It's often said that, like a Saturn V rocket, there are three stages to a presidential campaign. This is untrue. There are four stages to a Saturn V rocket including payload and as many as 12 stages to a campaign, not including payload. Plus, I don't think anyone had compared an election to a rocket before today. Anyway...

Saturday, 1 September 2012

Election 2012: The College.

A wonderful country, which should be renamed 'Swansonland'.

Time to get down and dirty, folks. Sixty five days remain until the US Presidential election. The winner will be the guy with the most votes. Simple, right? Not so fast, tulip petals...it IS pretty simple, but a little less simple than you think. In this little chunk of Bigmouthery, we'll take a look at how America picks a winner...and who is in pole position right now. Come on, click the thing! (Warning - maps & stats ahead.)

Friday, 31 August 2012

Election 2012 - Breaking Conventions.

"Ladies & Gentlemen, the next President of the United Sta-...where'd he go?"

Who cares that the US Presidential election has been considered by some (me) a total bore compared to 2008. We're into conventions and heading for debates and I'm totally hooked. It's starting to heat up. So here's your Bigmouthery update.


Wednesday, 22 August 2012

Birthday Thanks...


..but even Google remembered my birthday.

A lot of other people did too, and I thank you all. I haven't been on Facebook very much the last few days due to a crushing flu which I'm only now starting to shake, but I did notice all the love and I'm very grateful.

I've been housesitting in Lawnton for a friend of mine, which is a good thing, because I've been as infectious as hell and grumpy as hell's ugly stepsister. For those of you who don't know Lawnton, good. You don't need to know anything about it, other than it smells like sewage and weed. In the delirium of fever I've watched a lot of cable TV, mostly people selling stuff or catching stuff. It's been a little lonely out here, especially with the sick thing, but once again, it was nice to receive birthday greetings and extra lovely to be remembered by my work colleagues at QTC. Cheered what was turning into a pretty meh kinda day.

More soon. Love and more,
Nxx 

Thursday, 9 August 2012

Tuesday, 7 August 2012

Election 2012 - Yawn in the USA.

Y'wanna kiss me? Oh, ooookaaaay...

Recently-departed writer and self-proclaimed 'biographer of America', Gore Vidal once opined that the problem with Australian politics "is that you only ever see the tip of the ice cube." American politics, for all its many flaws, is infinitely more interesting and meaty. Presidential elections are the sweetmeats, tender, flavourful morsels of style, substance and slightly over-cooked metaphor (sorry).

This time around, something appears to be missing. Something is missing. What is it?

Monday, 6 August 2012

Swearing Off Swearing (Contains Swearing).

Shut the squash up, you roasted scarf tinkle!


Bigmouthery is closing in on its fourth birthday. In its time we've discussed things like joy, marriage both gay and straight, the Illuminati, the Apocalypse, America, God, 9/11, Barack Obama, guns, Australian racism, GBH on the English language, pedestrianism and the best potato salad you'll ever eat...among other things.

Friday, 3 August 2012

Why the Olympic Games Suck.

Vas tu frair encule!


The man pictured above is Pierre de Fr├ędy, better known to the world as Baron de Coubertin. He is widely considered to be the father of the modern Olympic Games. As a child I looked forward to the Olympics and I remember de Coubertin's name well because his words were often used to encapsulate the ethos of the games. As London 2012 finishes its first week, I thought it might be a good idea to take a look at some of those words and see how well they jibe with the events of the last seven days.

Guns in America.

Bigmouthery's first six shots with a .357, Feb 2012

Looks like I missed the boat on the guns debate. It's over already. The Olympics have started, so that's what everyone, in this country at least, is talking about. Though there are guns in the Olympics too, so...I dunno. Who can watch people who are upset at winning silver?


It may well be that the TV news cycle has already spun dry the firearm fervour, but the issue of guns in America will not go away. And as someone who's hoping to move there in the coming months, it's an issue that is going to strike close to (new) home. So, let's talk guns.

Friday, 27 July 2012

Exit, Stage East (A Retirement of Sorts).

May I speak candidly? Thanks.

I’ve been acting in one form or other since the age of ten. In 2005, after playing the dream role of Salieri in Peter Shaffer’s masterpiece Amadeus, I decided that messing around with acting was not enough. It was a road that had to be ploughed with greater fervour and dedication, mainly because I realised that my talents elsewhere were either slight or non-existent. Between the first Amadeus (toured it twice since) and last Saturday night, I’ve fronted up for about 25 stage shows, a half dozen short films, a couple of features and some other bits and pieces.

It’s been a hell of a ride.

But, my lieblings, my dahlings, my poopsie doodles…last Saturday was my last performance on a stage in this country...for the foreseeable future, anyway.

Monday, 16 July 2012

He's Seeing Other People Now


Heading into the last week of latest play, He's Seeing Other People Now by Anna McGahan. I was calling it post-modern till some people started calling it metatheatre. Now I'm calling it post-modern. Whatever the definition, it's a strange little monster of a play, starring Katy Curtain, directed by Mel Wild and featuring some of the best creatives around, including Dan Anderson, Phil Slade, Jess Ross and Craig Wilkinson. It's at the Sue Benner at Metro Arts until Saturday. So come and see it. You'll be talking about it for a while after.

Thursday, 21 June 2012

Get Rid of Nx - Last Throw of the Dice!


Hello. Tomorrow I am moving house, staying with a good friend of mine who has allowed me to move in so I can save some money to go and be with my wife in America. For the last week I've been selling a lot of my stuff on Gumtree and it's been quite successful. Also successful, the kindness of many friends who have bought lots of good bits and pieces. Thanks and love to friends and strangers alike. 

Today I'm trying to get rid of the last of my possessions. I have some books, DVDs, crockery, a really nice sandwich press with not a scratch on the important bit, a small computer table and office chair...ah, lots of stuff.

And LOTS of great women's vintage clothing that Mrs Bigmouthery has left for me to sell.

Rather than advertise each item individually and treat the whole thing as a commercial enterprise, here's what I'd like to do - between now (8:40am Friday) and tomorrow morning (9:30), come to my place in Taringa and make a small donation to the GET RID OF NX DOYLE fund and I will give you something appropriate to the size of your donation. And I am in a bloody generous mood. About as close as I've been to a hypomanic episode in two years, folks, so get in while it lasts!

This is crowd-funding, old school. I NEED your help to get me to Rhonda. She's been gone a week and it feels like my insides have been kidnapped.

Message me on my Facebook page if you need the address. Like the garage sale last week, this could be a bust. But with your help, it could be the last little bit I need to achieve the biggest change in my life since nappies.

Please and thank you.

Friday, 1 June 2012

Harvest Rain: Reaping What You Sow.

"For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind: it hath no stalk; the bud shall yield no meal: if so be it yield, the strangers shall swallow it up." - Hosea, 8:7 (KJV)


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Not long after arriving back from our mini-honeymoon earlier this week, I was informed of a new case of potential plagiarism from Harvest Rain Theatre Company. In the images above, similarities can clearly be seen between Harvest Rain's promotional photographs for their upcoming production of Hairspray, and promotional photographs from the Broadway production. The similarities were first noticed by performer Samantha Turk, who shared them with Adam Brunes, marketing manager for La Boite Theatre Company. I saw Adam's share on Facebook and soon after, acclaimed playwright Matthew Ryan and Queensland Theatre Company's artistic director Wesley Enoch had re-posted the images. Wesley's posting in particular was responsible for prompting much comment about alleged practices at Harvest Rain.

Sunday, 20 May 2012

Getting Married.

I've never been married, nor do I have any children (that I've been made aware of). If you're 42 and haven't been married, it's at about 36 that people start thinking one of a few things: you're gay, completely objectionable to the opposite sex...or you had integral parts pulled off in some kind of accident. I know that two of these things aren't true, and the third can't be all true because...today, after 42 years, I'm getting married.

It's not a wedding, as such. Weddings are often frou-frou Saturday affairs with cars and frills and flowers and drunken people from the far edge of the family finally speaking their minds after all these years. I love 'em. But this is a registry ceremony which should be done and dusted in minutes, followed by a few drinks. There will be a wedding; some time in the coming months, in Texas, but this couldn't wait any longer. The soon-to-be Mrs Bigmouthery and I have known each other for 11 years and have always had it in various recesses of mind and heart that we'd end up sharing this day and as many thereafter as possible. Our relationship began online when such meetings were considered foreign and unusual. Now they advertise forced human fusion dating websites on TV (and bus shelters).

For trivia's sake, we met in the now defunct They Might Be Giants chat room (the band still exists, the chat room is long gone). Distance couldn't keep us from love. Oceans are merely drops of water engaged in mass conspiracy.

I'm sure when I started writing this there was something specific I wanted to share, but as the moment draws closer it's disappeared. This is one of those potentially mawkish entries when I blather about my gratitude, for love and friendship and life, the rare sweet parentheses in the mess of swears. I am grateful for life, and for family and friends, and especially for her. Mrs Bigmouthery.



Wednesday, 2 May 2012

Famous Music 'Rip-Offs'.

 Delta's also plagiarised Madonna's face.

Plagiarism. It's a subject near, if not dear, to Bigmouthery's heart. Easy enough to spot on the page, but a bit more difficult to pin down in a pop song. Minor celebrity Delta Goodrem will be happy for this fact, as it's come to light that her new single bears similarities to the Arcade Fire song 'Rebellion (Lies)'. Here's what they sound like together:

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Achieving a Goal.


I've been acting in one form or other since the age of ten, and looking back, I cannot fathom why I didn't pursue it more seriously when I was younger. Some may say fear of failure. Others who know me a little better may say fear of success. A skewy brain, the heavily-implanted (and baseless) notion that such pursuits are futile...whatever the reason, there's no doubting that I am, in many ways, a late bloomer, with yet more blooming to come. I give thanks to all those who believed in, nurtured, supported and loved me through everything. Doing what you love with people you love is the 'award'. One need no further approbation. (Which is just as well, hehe.)

In 2006, after coming back from a few very low years, I decided to set a goal: appear in a main stage professional play. Since that time, I've been in more than a dozen plays, a couple of musicals and a handful of short films (oh, and one feature). I've toured the eastern seaboard (and beyond) and met some of the most amazingly generous and talented humans. The road has been rocky at times, but in comparison to the six years that preceded it, it's been, overall, joyous. Tonight, I will appear in a main stage professional play.
Goal achieved.

I know what it's like to, in the words of Richard Richard, 'reach my bottom'. I know what it's like to be seconds away from not being here anymore. I know what it's like to feel utterly crestfallen. And it's because I know what it's like that I can say:

Keep going.

Nxx

Saturday, 7 April 2012

End of the Road - Dallas to Houston.

Captain Mrs Bigmouthery and her vessel.



Day Five - Dallas, Tx to Houston, Tx




Our final day on the road dawned as bleak as that which preceded it. We were expected at the El Monte outlet in McKinney by 12. We had to wash, breakfast, pack our gear, clean the machine, empty the grey and black tanks, fill the gas tank, confirm a rental car and drive the circuitous 50 minute toll-free route. As I was emptying one of the drawers containing our groceries, it came off its hinge. Only attached by one screw. I'd left my Leatherman in Australia, so went to the office to see if I could borrow a Phillips head screwdriver. 

Route 66 - The Mother Road (Part Four)




Day Four - Amarillo, Tx to Corinth, Tx






Day Four dawned sheepishly in Amarillo. Before stepping out of a toasty warm RV, I checked the current temp online. 12°F (-11°C). Fortunately the wind had died down.  Our onboard water supply had lasted us over 1000 miles without a refill and we were hoping to make it to McKinney on one tank, but it wasn't to be. So, with inadequate gloves and not yet fuelled by coffee, I tried hooking it all up. My hands burned with cold. The pipes would not sit flush and water was pissing out the tap end and freezing within seconds of hitting the ground. I checked the gauge to see if any water was making it into the tank but it remained empty. Even the park owner could not get it to work. 

Friday, 6 April 2012

Route 66 - The Mother Road (Part Three)


Day Three - Albuquerque, NM to Amarillo, Tx





We slept well in Albuquerque, knowing that Day Three was going to be the shortest of the trip. It's only five hours to Amarillo, accommodation would be easy to find and the weather, although extremely brisk, was clear and dry. In fact, we'd been blessed with wonderful weather all the way from California.We stepped out that Saturday morning to this sky:

Thursday, 5 April 2012

Route 66 - The Mother Road (Part Two).


"Anyone seen my keys?"


Day Two - Kingman, Az to Albuquerque, NM






According to Google Maps, it's just over three hours to the Grand Canyon from Kingman. We didn't get our heads down till late. I set the alarm for 5am. If we couldn't make the canyon by dawn, we'd be there not too long after. The constant thrum of rigs pulling in and out all night made for a fitful sleep, yet it was with a sense of anticipation that I sprang from the covers, nearly smacking my big ol' nose again as I shuffled to the door. No generator meant no heating, and it was cold, baby. Freezing cold. But...I was going to propose to my girl today, so I had a spring in my step (and a ring in my coat pocket).

Tuesday, 3 April 2012

Route 66 - The Mother Road (Part One).




They call it The Main Street of America. The Mother Road. Satan's Turnpike. The Horseman's Lament. Route 66. (I made two of those up.) Running from Chicago to Los Angeles, Route 66 was an uninterrupted stretch of road spanning nearly 2,500 miles. As a major highway it's no more, replaced mostly by Interstate 40, a longer and far more clinical slap of tar and concrete running from Wilmington, North Carolina to Barstow, California. Things have changed a lot on the Mother Road aka Margaret's Snotstring. Some would say it's long dead, but the timorous ghosts of Route 66 still frequent the roadsides...and it's these hauntings that form the bulk of today's Bigmouthery in America.


Sunday, 4 March 2012

Bigmouthery in America - Food (Part Two).

Once I was lean...then I came to America. It doesn't take long to turn into a question mark in this country. I predict lots of exercise upon my return home. Of course, it's not all about burgers, though as I mentioned in Part One, I've had a few. Since the last entry we've inhaled Wendy's, Whataburger and Jack in the Box. Verdict: they all taste pretty much the same and my belly hates me.

Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Bigmouthery in America - Food (Part One).

In-N-Out


Bigmouthery's spent a little time talking about American food before, without ever having been there. Now I'm here and have travelled 3100km/1900 miles across the country in search of the perfect burger. That's a lie...I just ate a lot of burgers. And I haven't made a dent. We've also been treated to some delicious Cajun and REAL Mexican food. In short, I am now a fat bastard.