Hi Honey...

...We're Home!

It had been a long time coming, and we were due a trip home to the Village.  And what a trip!  Ironeically, because we were already home and didn't need to go anywhere, we were pretty far gone before we even arrived.  Untangle that if you can!

The booze was flowing and we were full of bonhomie.  All we needed was a bloody good rainstorm to get everyone into the hall and out of the sunshine, but alas Plan A was not to be.  But we were going to have that ruddy crowd. If they wouldn't tear themselves away from the summers evening willingly, we would have to resort to Plan B.  Burglary.  But in a moment of inspiration, our glorious leader suggested we try the old old snake charmer trick first.  Cue the music.

And good job we did.  In they came, spiral eyed and grooving.  The crowd were lost in a summery haze.  It was a messy, sweaty, sticky business, but less so than plan B would have been.  It was a ruddy good fun too.  Arguably even more so than plan B would have been.  Harry was slightly disappointed by his performance, but the rest of us finished with a healthy glow.  As we laid back after, spent, limp and smoking a post coital jazz fag, one could only wonder at the limitless potential for innuendo and good times this band can bring. 

Next stop, Owen's wedding.  Grease up the instruments chaps, there's bridesmaids need entertaining.

Yammer

As you are all no doubt aware, the Faulous Thorvertones exist almost exclusively on a strict diet of Golden Virginia and O'Hanlon's Yellowhammer. Whilst the former is clearly a filthy habit, which has the effect of severely limiting the chances of Bernie ever hitting the high notes at the end of 'Purple Rain' correctly, the latter is a product we are happy to endorse as the very pinnacle of brewing excellence. Since the band first stumbled into the Skittle Alley behind the Exeter (our spiritual home), we have enjoyed approximately 1664 pints of 'Yammer' without ever feeling the need to substitute an alternative. It now runs in our veins, and indeed the DNA of the band. O'Hanlons, the Thorvertones salute you.

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A One, a Two, a One Two Three Fore!

After last week's very public triumph, this week's booking was a private party - at Newton St Cyres Golf Club no less! We're fish out of water on the fairway, but it happily turned out that this 19th hole was a little on the agricultural side, so we were right at home after all.


The indoor barbecue, the free bar, the fairy lights and fiftieth birthday crowd really got going once the sun went down and the lights went out. We threw a few shapes and threw surprises into the set to keep each other on our toes and thankfully got away with it this time.



The new smoke machine again did a sterling job of conjuring a Victorian London vibe, although a little restraint may be in order - apparently we were barely visible for much of the time.

So all in all, it's fun on the fairway even if you're sometimes lost in fog...

What's that coming over Ashill?

Far be it from us to undermine our own trumpet so to speak, but you know that we know that you know these blog entries can verge on the hyperbolic. Which leaves us in a tricky position. We've used, nay overused, all the superlatives that describe last nights trip to the Ashill Beer and Music Festival.

To call the crowd disarminngly charming, youthful and good looking and enthusiastic is understating the issue. And if we described our performance as one of the best we've turned in in many a moon, you simply wouldn't believe us - we've said it before and will probably say it again!

But it was truly an amazing high water mark for us. Indeed you could describe it as a modwardian pub rock tsunami. The stars aligned, we pulled out the stops for the beautiful crowd who in turn couldn't resist which made us work harder which... Call it a virtuous circle, call it a runaway nuclear reaction, call it a daisy chain of dirty love - but the allure of a set made up entirely of our greatest bits is a compelling thing for all involved it would seem. Their moves were awesome to behold. The reaction cosmic. We literally drew blood, sweat and tears of joy from the wonderful folk of Ashill.


Ashill, we salute you. We love your beer festival and we love you all. See you next year?

See you in Thorverton on the 25th!

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