March 16, 2009
Cooper Renner,
who, like a turtle, carries his house on his back, must — I say, must! — bid on one of these.
A collection of Romany gypsy caravans are going up for auction next week. Since I was a kid, I have wanted to live in one of these. At least some of the time. You can take your sleek modern minimalism and shove it up your arse as far as I’m concerned. I’m all for wood, warm textures, a horse up front, and the open road.
Posted by Our Own Lucy at lucy takes off.
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Oh, I want one! I want one! Let’s all get together and buy a clusterflock caravan.
Buy one! You can earn back your cost by telling fortunes at Clusterflockstock.
I have the earrings and the shawl. People have mistaken me for a gypsy in the past. I am willing to travel and cook on camping stoves. I love drinking from a flask.
It’s settled, then. Lucy, Sheila and I will travel the world in a caravan. We’ll be the Pale Gypsies.
I want to see Lucy draw herself up and say in a huffy tone that she is not a gypsy but a Traveller. (With or without the ‘Irish’ prefix.)
Cindy. Y’all. Beyond the Pale Gypsies.
Lucy, about that shawl — that’s not part of your Stevie Nicks paraphernalia, is it?
Beyond the Pale Gypsies. Yes.
We aren’t gonna be meat truck carnies, are we?
But what if Deron buys meat from us?
See, it’s creeping concerns like this that keep people from venturing forward and following their dreams. I say, so what if Deron buys meat from us? Yeah, so what!!
It don’t make us meat truck carnies, is that it?
No, it don’t. We’re Beyond the Pale Gypsies who sometimes sell meat.
We sometimes sell PORK and sometimes tell fortunes and sometimes fix tin pots. I will be the Maureen O’ Hara one.
I’ll be some other redhead.
I’ll be mysterious one with short hair.
Ladies, I believe we have ourselves a tv show.
Gypsies, Tramps & Thieves.
I spent my whole childhood being told by my mother that I was from Romany stock I don’t think those were her exact words – but she said Romany – I have never tried to sell pegs from a trailer. Oh, sorry, that would be pins, right?
I do have a set of tarot – granted, a Voodoo set. But I am not good with ponies. I am drinking whisky, but it’s bourbon – fuck, what a mess!
Phil, if you come by our caravan, we Three Graces of Gypsyland will happily sell you some meatless crumbles and soy chorizo.
Cindy, groovy! I love Chorizo – I can live without meat as long as I have whisky and no talk of pins.
Romany soup
Got to get some
Ooooo
Romany Soup
(from the Tyrannosaurus Rex LP Unicorn)
Oh, I can often be found rummaging in the hedgerows for free food!
ToFORKey soda.
(Primus)
Oi! You! Quit messin’ around them horses!
horse poo sure smells so nice.
Would that I had the money! My current RV is actually a ‘park model’ and has to be moved professionally–it can’t be towed about behind one’s pickup.
@Lucy – among poo, I find that horse is usually the least foul. I’d rather that than an omnivore any day of the week. Pigs? UGH!
On a related note: Pork.
I would likely find myself in the minority here. But I have a certain affinity for the weak odor of a pig farm. Years ago my great uncle farmed pigs. I remember, when visiting, getting out of the car at his farm, wincing at the smell. Within a few minutes, the tang disappeared, but the odor stayed faintly in the sinuses.
These days, on the freeway, when passing through certain parts of Iowa, one can still get a whiff. Reminds me of childhood and certainly good times.