The interstate to New Orleans was to be ignored and we wound up by the railroad track in the small town of Pelahatchie, Mississippi to have a light lunch with Kira’s friend Vince at Crawbillys.
‘S’about as redneck as you can geyt’ says Billy, extending his arm out in friendship.
Lunch is a celebration of all things deep fried. It seems that if its not nailed down then Billy will dip it in a light batter and festively fry it. We order red beans and rice and crawfish pistolettes. Billy nips back into the tiny hut to sort it. It’s not long before he’s back with even more food than we’d actually ordered.
‘y’all know that Mississippi is the mos’ obese state in the US? Well I was thinking we got to show ya why’
And with that he puts a jamboree of deep fried everything on the table. In the couple of hours we are there we eat deep fried gherkins, fried green tomatoes, chips as well as the red beans and rice & crawfish pistolettes (that’s a cheese and crawfish roll…deep fried) we actually ordered. Dessert was deep fried Oreo cookie/s with ice cream. He plays us happy birthday on the saw and practices his English accent on me and laughs at my attempt at a redneck one. We all howl with laughter and he sends us on our way with a gherkin slush puppy.
New Orleans is a peculiar and rather brilliant/peculiar mix of Blackpool and London Soho, all to a backing track of Dr John. While we are there we see 80s workout legend Richard Simmons, a large man dressed in a small nappy singing to an 82 yr old woman, a nice lady with so much work done she makes Joan Rivers seem organic and we return to Kira’s previous life as a piano bar player at Pat O’Briens. She is invited to return to the stage and brings the house down with a bit of Bonnie Raitt. We stagger home to see a man fast asleep on the bonnet of his car. We celebrate being on tour together with real gay abandon. That is if you define ‘gay abandon’ as drinking lots of scotch, quoting Derek & Clive and childishly throwing pretzels into each others mouths.
Meeting Trip Wamsley is a joy. Another friend from twitter, he is an extraordinary musician himself so it’s lovely (if not a little daunting) to play in his house. The show is lively, informal and chilled. We sleep like logs.