The
Northern Gent

Traditional sophistication, but with a little more plaid

Welcome to the Northern Gent

Maintaining a life of leisure in the North Country can be a difficult task. But fret no more! The Northern Gent is here to provide you with all the resources, reviews and general information to live in the lap of luxury, even if you're surrounded by few hundred square miles of wilderness.

Sit back, relax, take a load off. Have that glass of scotch you earned this week. Hell pair it with a fine cigar or your favorite pipe. If you're in need of suggestions just browse around and I am sure you will find something to your liking.

Just remember The Northern Gent's motto: Always try anything twice!

Highland Games!

Ladies and gentlemen, the 40th annual NH highland games and festival are only a few months away. This wonderful festival is packed full of excitement, step dancing, bagpipes, kilts and big men throwing even bigger stuff. Anything called Scottish Heavy Athletics sounds pretty awesome to me.

I don't make it up to Loon Mountain for this as often as I would like, but you bet that this year I'll be sporting the family tartan kilt, drinking my face off and in general having a grand old time.

Enjoy the little countdown timer I've added for this event, makes it so I don't actually have to count.

King Richard's Faire!

King Richard

If you don't know me and haven't already guessed, I'll use just about any occasion to wear a kilt. There's just something about kilts, they're liberating. Buy anyway, King Richard's Faire is one of, if not the, largest renaissance faires in New England. It's a pretty damn good time down in Carver, Mass. Don't let the Mass location fool you, this is one of few truly great things to come out of the commonwealth; the others being the Sox and Pats.

A full day, or weekend if you're like me, of rolling around drinking mead, eating giant "turkey" legs, singing ye olde songs and watching jousting. Even if the jousters are bad actors, it's still pretty awesome. Any place that has to enforce a weapons policy, or even have a weapons policy, is my kind of place.

Toss on your kilt, armor, or corset and grab your blades to come on and join me in September and October this year. You won't be disappointed.