We arrived to an empty pub in Winkleigh – well, empty bar a few stalwarts from this farthest outpost of the tone-o-sphere (love ya!). Had enthusiasm had waned in the long musical drought that followed our last appearance in Winkleigh, at the fair that was tormented by the tempest of 2009? Could the barely glowing embers of Tonedom that survived that deluge have been so dampened that we couldn’t re-light the fire?
Fear not – you can’t keep a good town down. The fine folk of Winkleigh filled the wonderful Seven Stars to the rafters well before the starting gun. Honestly – what a pub! A joy to play – sounds great, feels great, and packed full of wonderfully drunk, great looking, enthusiastic lovers of the art of ‘choon. Honestly, we’d have taken you all home with us if we could.
Highlights for us were a surprise rendition of ‘Don’t You Want Me Baby’, the gradual elegant degeneration of poor Bernie’s voice into a Barry White/Tom Waits/Fagin rasp and of course the impromptu presentation of Mark’s commemorative birthday vibrating cock-ring.
You’re a marvelous lot and we’re well chuffed to have come away with a solid third date at the Winkleigh Fair in July to be followed by our first confirmed booking of 2011. We love you lot, we can’t wait, and be warned, when we come back, we will be on a mission to firmly consummate this blossoming relationship with the good folk of Winkleigh!
