A Belt needs a Steady Hand

A band from Newfoundland called Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers is currently on tour. These guys have  quirky sense of humour, and have named their tour The Steady Belt Tour.

Considering that one of their albums is called Whipper Snipper, I think there's something vaguely spankoesque about this band. Take a look at this extract from their promotional material:

Now let it be known that we really don’t need to leave our cozy little sanctuaries at all. No sir. We’ve stashed away our winter’s supplies of moose, codfish, berries, vegetables and favourite wines and don’t need to budge.

However, given the state of uncertainty and misery in this great land we’re going to tear ourselves away from our little realms of paradise and launch out on a mercy mission.

Armed with ample doses of happy vaccines we will criss cross the province and country inoculating all those in need. Everyone is high priority.

So to all our dear and loyal patients, we ask you to line up for your shots. No queue jumpers, please. Pull up those sleeves or pull down your pants. This is private medicine at its best.

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Last year we went to see Bob Dylan in concert. Neither of us has ever been a big fan of his, but - as the newspapers reminded us - it was a chance to see an icon.

The experience was memorable, and not in a good way. We were prepared for him to be a little difficult to understand, and some of his words did sound remarkably similar to the title of this post.

But one of his early videos inspired me to put together this subtle hint for Ron. Sometimes saying it in writing is better than talking.

Or in Dylan's case, better than singing.