Steve and Kerry's Wedding

A gig? In Surrey? With our reputation?

 

We had to say ‘Dash it, Yes Sir’, who wouldn’t?  So off to Tadworth we went, in a rented wagon with a Modwardian Road Trip in mind, minus the man with the red flag walking point.  It was rather surreal, sitting through a wedding that only one of our number knew anything about, but with bonhomie on tap at a knock-down price we were soon in the mood.  So in the mood in fact that we were some time setting up… once we got going though, the gig was a stormer and although we were cut short by the fierce landlady calling time earlier than expected, our work was done.  We galloped off to the Newlyweds after-after party with a song in our hearts and Jazz on the mind.  Many hours later with dawn breaking, our shared Holiday Inn accommodation (and indeed beds) were a relief to find.  Apart from poor Harry, who after several minutes slumber sat bolt upright in bed and with a panicked voice enquired “…Ben, you’re not naked…are you?’.

 

Happy Days.

Dr Tivertone, I Presume...

It’s always a treat to break new turf, boldly go where no Tone has gone before and strike out for pastures greener, so it was a spring in our All Stars that we set out for the Twyford in Tiverton last Friday.  And what a venue!  Phil the Pub Landlord has done a cracking job on making this a proper music pub, and we were ready to give it some proper music.  

Once the tonettes had made a belated arrival (smelling suspiciously of tequila), the scene was set, we struck a chord and were off!  By now you can guess the rest, but we really did have a whale of a time.  The fine folk of Tiverton joined in with aplomb – the ladies were really rather flattering us with some frankly provocative moves on the dancefloor, the chaps clutched their pints and nodded in all the right places – although either way round is fine with us.  

Our new one-two of Last Nite/Are You Gonna be my Girl left poor Ben the Bass in a state of confusion, Bernie was struck with an attack of Onanists Claw during My Sharona which Mark found hilarious until he was similarly afflicted just in time for the big Purple Rain finish.  They blame the energy drinks, but you know the truth my lovelies.  We’ll certainly be back for more with Phil’s permission – so hang onto your badges folks, we’ll see you in the new year!
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