In the fine surroundings of Padbrook Park, Cullompton, we arrived suited, booted and flowered up to entertain the good folks at Glenn and Tori’s wedding. Modesty and sound legal advice means we can’t go into too many details, it was a private affair after all. Nonetheless, after several hours on their feet it took all our powers to get people up and moving, but up and moving they were got. Bernie’s Decade as a redcoat at the Minehead Butlins, Mark’s Perrier Award runner-up repartee combined with a rendition of the finer parts of Britney Spear’s back catalogue that can at best be described as ‘impromptu‘ and ‘in the key of C Minor’ was what finally did it. That and of course the almost talismanic power of the ‘Tones branded right converse boot (pictured) meant that we were able to put Glenn and Tori’s life of marital bliss off to cracking start (the only way is up after all). So, with a stonking finish of Purple Rain / My Generation our work was done, and we disappeared into the East Devon night with our heads held high and our pockets stuffed with buffet fayre of onion Bhajis and chicken drumsticks. Tone Life is the real vida loca.
See you in Kentisbeare for a Rock and Roll Ploughmans!
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