Ashill A-Go-Go

On a night that Auspiciously marked the 97th anniversary of Les Paul's birth, we headed for one of the most anticipated bookings of the year so far with our hearts a flutter and sexy new hats twitching with excitement.

As we rolled up, our supporting acts were providing a soundtrack to drinking but as yet, barely a quivering thigh on the dance floor. The night was young though so we retired to the hilltop to survey the scene and lay down some four way jazz harmonics to settle our souls.

As the allotted hour approached, and the sun began to set, we got the crowd and security on side with some judicious souvenir badge sistribution, then took to the stage for two hours of relentless Tones action.




The opening numbers were captured for all time, but the real fun started later. Like the behatted modwardian four headed rock and pop explosion that you now know us to be, the tunes kept building. And so did the crowd and their appetite for MORE!

From the delirious man with no shirt and passionate line in voicemail, to the birthday girl who broke her hand when someone's face got in the way, to the frankly excellent singing and raucous reception, we kept a righteous riot in full swing to the end.



As time ran short we were forced to cut songs. Like having to pick your favourite child, a painful and troubling business. But we picked wisely and, courtesy of our patron and all round good egg Tim, we're still able to finish on a big one.

Mission accomplished. Same time next year?

On this form, can the Bowling Green contain us? You'll have to come down on July 7th to find out...

Love you Ashill, love you all!

Byeeeee!
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- posted from a wireless telegraph

We've been expecting you...

It might have all seemed a little quiet of late - but the ringing in our ears suggests otherwise. Thats right, we've been singing and dancing for the man at private bookings - and due to extensive privacy agreements being in place we haven't been able to share with you. But, frankly, bugger that. Edited highlights of the last few weeks:

First up, Tom's nuptials at Zeal Monochorum. This was the one where we learnt an Elvis tune and almost forgot to play it, only to remember it at the last minute and find a whole new way to end a gig on an arse-grabbing high. Tom proved himself to have some of the buggingest moves seen in a groom in our career so far. And it turns out that even chemically enhanced Bassheads love the Thorvertones.

Next up was Sidmouth. This is the one where we found out that sensible family cars were a lot less sensible in the 1960s. We played a storming do to a crowd who never fail to get what we do! More please, Sidmouth.

Finally, to the Berry Bridge Bank Holiday Birthday Bash. That was the one where we all smoked and drank heavily. Its rare to be playing within walking distance of our beds, and these opportunities need to be taken. A right lark, we defied the weather forecast in a testament to the power of collective positive thinking. Both barrels of Yellow Hammer were emptied, our bladders were the source of impromptu breaks. Every song had a frisson of confusion about it and our ever expanding set filled what developed into a perfect summers evening with what can only be described as The Thorvertones. Incidentally,we learnt the Smiths and nearly managed to play it.

So, rest assured we've been keeping ourselves limber while we while away the weeks to our next public engagement. And when we do finally get out again, the upshot of our millinery reflections, stage dressing developments and more will be revealed, at a beer festival near you!

See you in Ashill - we can't wait!