Our last trip to the Racehorse in Taunton was a blast, and we set out to enjoy this one too. There's a certain je ne sais quoi about the folk of Somerset. They're not just wise, good looking, erudite and witty. Hang on - I just sais quoi'd it - they're effing mental and drink like fish. Thats why we love them!
The crowd were up for it from the word go, just as we'd hoped. Despite the hint of bacchanalian energies, only one person made it onto the stage unintentionally, and that was between sets. That's not to say that some startling moves weren't being made. The famous Racehorse dance floor was the stage for some fearsome yet statesmanlike jiving, with one new recruit to the Tone Army truly channelling the nuanced spirit of jazz and did so, entranced, for a good ten minutes up on stage, and entirely from inside Marks personal space.
There were new tunes, new badges, new levels of virtuosity and new depths of amateurishness - so standard Tones Territory all round.
We don't know what we did right, but it was certainly working it's magic. Maybe it's because the whole town drinks from the River Tone, but they seem to like us, and we love them right back, again and again, in hats! We'll be back, so spread the word. And remember, don't just drink from the River Tone - dive in!
See you next week at the Castle. Love ya! X
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