This just isn't Cricket...

Halloween, a time for witches, ghouls and the raising of the dead.  Which would normally be bad news for four blokes dressed as undertakers.  But not us - hell no.  We love to help with a good party, and if it means we can help the good people of Bradninch release their inner Goth temptress, or get in touch with their hidden Ghoulies, then all the better.

That's right, it's our second time around at what is looking to become an annual Throvertones Event as we provide a 'musical' backdrop to some rather sexy shenanigans in Bradninch Cricket Club.

We do love a bit of a 'do, and got dressed up yet further to help get the party moving.  The fruity Bradninch Coven were out in force, but sadly not in the mood to allow us to get ceremonial with them on this occasion.  Poor Turner, he drew the short straw instead at half time (pictured).

We had a lot of fun, made some new friends, realised a musical Devon Cream Tea with an 'I Feel Free' / 'Start' combo (we'll let you work it out) and quite possibly have a very full year of Bradninching ahead of us!

Bradninch, thanks for having us, we'd like to have you all over again.  And again. Where do we sign up for the coven?

Love you all and see you soon, you beautiful freaks!

XXX

Tivvy Tivvy Tivvy! Oi Oi Oi!

If this one has been a little while coming, it's because we're starting to run out of superlatives to describe our trips to the Twyford.  We're starting to get an idea of the place now though - we turn up, it's empty.  We start playing, it's filling up.  We finish the first set, the feet of the good folk of Tiverton are starting to tap.  Then the second set and all hell breaks loose, there is dancing there is joy there are a lot of great looking people shaking their Tivvy Tushes and throwing themselves at each other and us!  

We played a great couple of sets, and for every effort we made, the amazing folk of Tiverton came right back at us with good vibes and encouragement.  Even the arrival of her majesties finest at half time couldn't unsettle us.  Like Pavlov's Dogs we went scuttling for cover when the blue lights came on, but they weren't after us for imagined misdemeanors past, or our blatant flaunting of the Twyford's 'No Hats, No Edwardians' policy, but the man with the creative approach to Broom-Jitsu during Eton Rifles.

But for now, that's us done in Tiverton for 2011 but we'll be sorting dates for 2012 soon enough!  We'll see you then!  It's been emotional!

We love you, you Tivertonian Troubadours.

Byeee!

X

Chaggers Plays Pop!

Hi Honeys - we're home!  

Our time at the Tones Bootcamp in Montego Bay is over.  We're back - leaner, fitter and less lucid than before. It's the fault of the special Daiquiri Mojitos they do at El Cabron's place.  The guy is a legend.  It also explains three resolutely pasty Devon complexions - it was only Turner who saw the light of day.  But hey - we're back now, the glasses are empty and it's time to go to work. If you can call it work...

Our first appointment was to get the newlywed Angells off to a flying start in Chagford!  And we did! We spilled a few new tunes, sloshed some classics all over the joint, struck a Jazz Chord at half time then re-wrote the second set entirely from the ground floor up.  

Having duly rocked the place during the Eighties section, we took to taking requests, and wisely, taking advice on what not to play.  In retrospect, not playing Whole Lotta Rosie at ear splitting volumes to some bemused septegenarians was probably the right course of action.  We'll save that for next time...

Our set aside, there was more food than you could shake even a sizeable stick at, and on the groom's advice Bunting came away with approximately a yard of Pasties.  Bernie is still on a cholesterol comedown after rising to the challenge of 3 kilos of Devon Blue. Yes, it turns out that even Mr Samuel has limits.

So as we reflected on a job well done to the funk of DJ Pink, our minds could only turn to next week's conquest - The Twyford!  And finally, the chance to say an emphatic YES! to a request for some AC/DC.

We love what we do. And we do what we love.  And we love you.  And Cheese.

Love you Byeeeeee!

XXX