Saturday Night - best night of the week. And one of the best nights of the year for the good folk of Thorverton, who welcomed us back to their warm, shapely (and dare I say it pert) bosom like the errant children we wish we still were! We love you lot!
The Thorverton Arms (under new management) were the hosts of what turned into a damn fine evening for all concerned, and it really did feel like coming home, back to where it all began all those years ago. There was cake, there were new tunes (a weirdly great version of Disco Inferno, and a greatly weird version of I Can See For Miles by the Who), there was dancing and joy in abundance, and Bernie was so elated he was able to put the shocking impact of his home dentistry efforts to the back of his mind, if only for a couple of hours.
We can now add time travel to our CVs apparently, which is nice. We thought we'd played until half past midnight, but a particularly exuberant 'Whole Lotta Radar Love' must have finally ripped a hole in the space time continuum (we always knew it was a potentially volatile combination), as according to the anonymous message left on the 'Arms answering machine, we didn't let up until half past one. Even the Tones ushering in British Summertime won't please some people. Bah Humbug indeed.
