| HAPPY BIRTHDAY GERRY! |
[Nov. 13th, 2008|11:21 am] |
Not to sound like a tight Scots bastard, but this bloody expensive whisky was 70 pound off, and it was still 125 pound!
So take the makers' advice
A top-quality cask-strength Glen Ord, with typical grassy, heathery notes alongside summer fruits and well-integrated vanilla oak notes. Needs a drop of water to really shine, bringing out the sweetness in this powerful dram.
and don't guzzle it all down at once!
Have a wonderful day...and night!
Your mate,
Billy |
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| 23 Dec 2007. Don't Fret. Billy Boyd, Hugh Dancy. G. |
[Dec. 23rd, 2007|07:09 pm] |
[cross-posted to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) our_quarter and ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fancydancy]
More than a week had passed since his rat bastard editor had forced the A&E beat upon him, and Hugh was no closer to being thrilled about it. Although, he thought to himself, he had been gracious enough to spare Lou's life, which had to be worth something. Then again, whether or not Lou continued to draw breath was entirely dependent upon how often and how horribly he had to suffer at the hands of the French Quarter's artiest and fartsiest, so there was still a very real possibility that Lou may die.
It was this thought that put the slightest bit of skip back in Hugh's step as he made his way to the site of his next interview. Lou was sending him to have a chat with a fellow who'd contacted the paper about a load of guitars that had been made by a local. Either this guy was in desperate need of publicity, or these had to be the world's most bloody fascinating guitars. Hugh was wagering on the former.
He rounded the corner and strode toward the door of the shop, ambling inside to have a look around before seeking out one Mr. Boyd. Hands jammed in his pockets, Hugh wandered the store, eyes roving over each of the guitars on display, completely confident that he was wasting his time.
"Hi!" Billy grinned. He liked to welcome but not be too sales pushy. ( 'Bit warmer out there today huh? That's a relief!' ) |
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| Happy Birthday Gerry! |
[Nov. 18th, 2007|08:38 pm] |
Hiya mate!
One thing I hate about New Orleans is that two years on from Katrina organising a bloody package is still difficult.
Been fighting with the powers that be to have this delivered here and finally won.
So this should be arriving on your doorstep soon.
http://www.scottishfoodoverseas.com/whisky.html
Don't consume it all in one go!
Hope you had a wonderful day...I assume you did because didn't see sight nor sign of you!
*Wink!* |
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| 26 April 2007; Don't Fret/Bar; Billy Boyd / Gerry Butler; PG |
[Apr. 27th, 2007|07:26 pm] |
[Cross posted to gerard_quarter]
"Billy boy!" Gerry announced his arrival at the music store loud enough for the few customers to turn and look. "It's okay folks," he said in his strongest scots accent, "Bill's my long lost wee brother and I just found him."
"My dear brother!" Billy replied in as strong an accent. "What are you up to you daft bugger?" Billy whispered as he embraced Gerry in a massive 'brotherly' hug.
( I met this guy ) |
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| 20th February; French Quarter Mardi Gras Streets; Billy Boyd and Dominic Monaghan; NC17 |
[Feb. 20th, 2007|09:54 pm] |
Cross posted to demanding_dom and our_quarter
"I'm telling you Billy, this is the best way to see the floats!" He darted around a column and pulled his friend with him. Seconds later, they came to the end of the line of parade floats. "Look," A long finger pointed at the line up, "told you, right out in the open. Every year - after the parade, they leave them here and take a break then come back and start to dismantle them."
"Well all I saw during the parade was more tits than I've ever seen in my whole life...and one very nasty hairy bum!" Billy laughed. "And you so didn't need to flash that for beads Dom!" Billy teased. He was high on adrenaline and way too much alcohol.
Patting his ass, Dom mock-pouted at Billy, "You think I'm hairy?" Stepping between two rather garishly decorated floats, Dom looked at Billy. "Pick one."
( Pick one for what? ) |
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| 4th February; Billy and Dom's apartment; Billy Boyd and Dominic Monaghan: PG-13 |
[Feb. 4th, 2007|11:30 am] |
Cross posted to demanding_dom and our_quarter
Dom couldn't help it, he simply needed to touch Billy. Constantly.
Resting his head on the older man's shoulder, he breathed in the unique scent, filling his mind and body with Billy's essence. "Missed you..."
With a slight movement, Dom managed to place a small, chaste - well, for him, chaste - kiss on the Scotsman's neck. "How were the holidays? Do anything exciting? See everyone you wanted to?" /Find any reason to go back to Scotland?/
( Yeah ) |
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| 18 January 2007; The Missing Mile. Trent Reznor, Ville Valo & Billy Boyd. PG-13. |
[Jan. 18th, 2007|09:04 pm] |
Cross posted to valo_q, reznor_q, andour_quarter
"Ten minutes, Ville."
"I know, Stan. I'm almost there." Ville sighed and bent down to lace his boots. The drummer nodded and left again, closing the door. For a moment, it was silent again but Ville knew he would have to face the crowd outside in just a moment. Years ago, this thought would have made him lift his beer bottle. Today, he just cast a short glance at the unopened bottle of pills on his table and instead, swallowed down the rest of his coffee. A swift controlling check in the mirror told him that his makeup was okay.
Closing the door of his room, he wondered if he would recognize people in the audience. His first few evenings had been crowded, the people being hesitant in the beginning, but that had changed already by the time he began his second set. The band was good; nothing extraordinary but they got along well, and they never insisted when Ville wanted changes. He had refrained from playing his darker songs so far but had come to learn that the general audience of the club was actually open for everything new.
( He still had a few minutes. Time for the ultimate test. ) |
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| My Christmas! |
[Jan. 5th, 2007|12:01 pm] |
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Cross posted to our_quarter
[Public post]
Well my friends and family couldn't have got me a better present...a return plane ticket home!!! Apparently even the guys in the band chipped in and when I got to my sister's place who was there but the whole bunch of them!
The guys were all full of questions about New Orleans, all centred on Bourbon Street and whether all the stories about boobs and beads were true. I told them to come over for themselves but they all went quiet. They still think New Orleans is a rat infested sewer after Katrina. I laughed and said that was just Dom's bedroom.
However nice it was to be back, and to see in the New Year the way I've always done it...first footing and way too much whisky I'm amazed at how comfortable I feel to be back here. I thought I would get all nostalgic and homesick and although I miss the people in Glasgow New Orleans is starting to feel like my home. I even missed Dom's snoring!
Well, it's back to the store and selling guitars and fixing Trent's keyboards on a regular basis. I thought I'd get bored just being in a store and not playing with the band, but there's always plenty of interest to see in New Orleans.
Hope all you guys enjoyed your holiday times as much as me. |
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| HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOM!!! |
[Dec. 9th, 2006|08:12 pm] |
Delivered by courier from Sweet Things praline store
with this attached note:
Happy Birthday Dom!
I bought this from the friendliest guy. He said anyone who loves New Orleans treats would like this.
I know you have a sweet tooth so enjoy!
Thanks for making it possible for me to celebrate here with you.
Love
Billy |
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| 24th October; Billy Boyd, Dominic Monaghan; Dom's apartment; NC17 |
[Oct. 24th, 2006|08:43 pm] |
Cross posted to demanding_dom and billy_q
Dom was in a shitty mood and felt it growing blacker; today was a fucking bitch of a day. Those people from somewhere in the mid-west, Dom had been surprised when the Reverend and his wife booked a ghost tour with him, but thought they must have been more open minded... man was he fucking wrong!
Starting the tour, the first thing the Good Reverend did was denounce all aspects of Dom's tour as being heathen, as speaking against the ALMIGHTY GOD... yes, that's the way the man had said it, as if it was all capital letters.
When Dom had started to speak about Marie Laveau, the man had gotten worse, claiming that 'nigger-bitch' was a witch and should have been burned at the stake...
Dom tried to explain that burning of witches was in the 1600's and up in New England, but the man just kept going. By the end of the tour, Dom had a splitting head ache, and a barely containable urge to take that man and his wife into the bayou's and kick them off the boat.
Slamming through the door, Dom kicked off his shoes, dropped his pants where he stood and sent his shirt flying in another direction; right now he just fucking wanted to be alone. A quick shower, and he now stood by his and Billy's bed... turning his back on it he went into the spare bedroom, pulled down the sheets and climbed in, naked as always. Tonight he didn't even care about dinner.
( Billy unlocked the door ) |
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| 19 Oct 06; The Pub; Naveen Andrews, Billy Boyd; PG |
[Oct. 21st, 2006|10:52 pm] |
[crossposted to our_quarter and naveen_q]
Billy saw the sign British fare and stopped in his tracks.
Since he had arrived in New Orleans Dom had had him trying all sorts of concoctions like jumbalaya and gumbo and fuck knows what else. The lure of fish and chips or bangers and mash had him almost running into the pub.
So far that night, business was slow and there were only a few regulars sitting at the bar and abount the tables through the rest of the pub. A couple was enjoying the quiet to play a relaxing game off snooker in the back and Naveen was using the time to catch up on an order he needed to send out the next morning. He had his foot propped up on a small box behind the bar and was leaning against the flat surface as he crunched numbers in his head, only pausing to glance up when he saw the door open and light spill in from outside.
( A ready smile lit his face as he looked over the other man… )
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| 2 October 2006; Don't Fret - Ville Valo and Billy Boyd. PG |
[Oct. 2nd, 2006|09:54 pm] |
Cross posted to valo_q and our_quarter
Billy watched the guy enter the shop. Goth band he assumed to himself. The last guy from a goth band had no idea about music whatsoever...had floated around the store just picking up anything black then been on his way. But this guy actually looked like he might know something as he trailed a finger over one of their classier and better sounding guitars. Good choice! Billy thought to himself.
Ville ran the tips of his fingers over the shining surface. One of the worst mistakes he had made as a young boy was to buy a guitar just for its looks, not for its quality. ( But hell she had been black like the devil... ) |
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