Creditones!

Crediton is only a stones throw from The Village, so why has it taken us four years to get there? We don't know either, but Saturday night was so great we're kicking ourselves for not recruiting here for the Tone Army sooner.

Our excitement mounted as we assembled our now formidable mountain of gear, steaming and creaking into completeness for the first time since before Christmas. Everything was back from the menders - the AC30, the Speakers, even Bunting's low frequency-proofed Surgical Truss.




Once we ground into action, the band performed like a well greased traction engine - maybe it was because we were on new turf, possibly it was the tightness of the aforementioned medical support strap, most likely we because we like to show off a bit and were loving the excitable and frankly very attractive audience like the randy troubadours we are.

It matters not - a good time was had by all, and we'll be back!
Welcome to the Tone Army Crediton - we officially love you!
See you up the Bowling Green!
Byeeeee!
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- posted from a wireless telegraph