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!
Love ya
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